V.

        O sleep, it is a gehing

        Belovd from pole to pole!

        to Mary-queen the praise be yeven

        S tle sleep from heaven

        t slid into my soul.

        ts on the deck

        t had so long remaind,

        I dreamt t th dew

        And w raind.

        My lips , my t was cold,

        My garments all were dank;

        Sure I had drunken in my dreams

        And still my body drank.

        I movd and could not feel my limbs,

        I was so lig

        I t t I had died in sleep,

        And was a blessed G.

        t roard far off,

        It did not e anear;

        But s sound it she sails

        t hin and sere.

        ts into life,

        And a hundred ?re-?ags sheen

        to and fro t;

        And to and fro, and in and out

        tars dan between.

        th roar more loud;

        the sails do sigh, like sedge:

        the rain pours down from one black cloud

        And t its edge.

        ,

        And t its side:

        Like ers s from some high crag,

        tning falls h never a jag

        A river steep and wide.

        trong wind reac roard

        And droppd doone!

        Bening and the moon

        the dead men gave a groan.

        tirrd, they all uprose,

        Ne spake, ne movd their eyes:

        It range, even in a dream

        to hose dead men rise.

        teerd, the ship movd on;

        Yet never a breeze up-blew;

        the ropes,

        to do:

        tools--

        e were a gly crew.

        thers son

        Stood by me ko knee:

        t one rope,

        But    to me--

        And I quakd to think of my own voice

        ful it would be!

        t daheir arms,

        And clusterd round t:

        S sounds rose slohs

        And from their bodies passd.

        Around, around, ?ew eac sound,

        ted to the sun:

        Slohe sounds came back again

        Now mixd, now one by one.

        Sometimes a dropping from the sky

        I he Lavrock sing;

        Sometimes all little birds t are

        o ?ll the sea and air

        it jargoning,

        And noruments,

        Noe;

        And no is an angels song

        t makes te.

        It ceasd: yet still the sails made on

        A pleasant ill noon,

        A noise like of a hidden brook

        In th of June,

        t to t

        Siune.

        Listen, O listen, t!

        "Mari thy will:

        "For t, h make

        "My body and soul to be still."

        Never sadder tale old

        to a man of woman born:

        Sadder and !

        t rise to morrow morn.

        Never sadder tale was heard

        By a man of woman born:

        turnd to work

        As silent as beforne.

        the ropes,

        But look at me they nold:

        t I, I am as thin as air--

        t me behold.

        till moon ly saild on

        Yet never a breeze did breathe:

        Slo the ship

        Movd onh.

        Uhom deep

        From t and snow

        t slid: and it was he

        t made to go.

        t noo off tune

        And tood still also.

        t up above t

        o the o:

        But in a minute sir

        it uneasy motion--

        Backwards and forwards h

        it uneasy motion.

        t go,

        She made a sudden bound:

        It ?ung to my head,

        And I fell into a swound.

        same ?t I lay,

        I    to declare;

        But ere my living life returnd,

        I heard and in my soul disd

        the air,

        "Is it ; quot;Is the man?

        "By him who died on cross,

        "ith his cruel bow he layd full low

        "tross.

        "t wh by himself

        "In t and snow,

        " lovd the man

        " ;

        ter voice,

        As soft as honey-dew:

        Quoth penance done,

        And penance more will do.
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