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THE RIME OF THE ANCYENT MARINERE-6

        VI.

        FIRSt VOICE.

        "But tell me, tell me! speak again,

        "t response renewing--

        " makes t s?

        " is t;

        SED VOICE.

        "Still as a Slave before his Lord,

        "t:

        " brig silently

        "Up to t--

        "If o go,

        "For sh rim.

        "See, brother, see! how graciously

        "S;

        FIRSt VOICE.

        "But w s

        "iten ;

        SED VOICE.

        "t away before,

        "And closes from behind.

        "Fly, brother, ?y! more high, more high,

        "Or we sed:

        "For slo ship will go,

        "rance is abated."

        I woke, and we were sailing on

        As in a gentle her:

        the moon was high;

        tood together.

        All stood togethe deck,

        For a cter:

        All ?xd oony eyes

        t in tter.

        they died,

        had never passd away:

        I could not draheirs

        urn to pray.

        And in its time t,

        And I could move my een:

        I lookd far-fort little saw

        Of    else be seen.

        Like o on a lonely road

        Doth walk in fear and dread,

        And urnd round, walks on

        And turns no more his head:

        Because ful ?end

        Dotread.

        But soon thd a wind on me,

        Ne souion made:

        Its pat upon the sea

        In ripple or in shade.

        It raisd my    fannd my cheek,

        Like a meadow-gale of spring--

        It mirangely h my fears,

        Yet it felt like a weling.

        Sly, sly ?ehe ship,

        Yet sly too:

        Sly, sly blehe breeze--

        On me alo blew.

        O dream of joy! is this indeed

        t-op I see?

        Is the Kirk?

        Is tree?

        e drifted oer the harbour-bar,

        And I h sobs did pray--

        "O let me be awake, my God!

        "Or let me sleep al;

        the harbour-bay was clear as glass,

        So smoot rewn!

        And on t lay,

        And the moon.

        t bay was we all oer,

        till rising from the same,

        Full many s shadows were,

        Like as of torches came.

        A little distance from the prow

        those dark-red shadows were;

        But soon I sa my own ?esh

        as red as in a glare.

        I turnd my head in fear and dread,

        And by the holy rood,

        the bodies had advancd, and now

        Before t tood.

        ted up tiff right arms,

        trait and tight;

        And eac-arm burnt like a torch,

        A torcs borne upright.

        tony eye-balls glitterd on

        In t.

        I prayd and turnd my head away

        Forth looking as before.

        the bay,

        No    the shore.

        t, the kirk no less

        t stands above the rock:

        t steepd in silentness

        teady hercock.

        And te    light,

        till rising from the same

        Full many s shadows were,

        In crimson colours came.

        A little distance from the prow

        those crimson shadows were:

        I turnd my eyes upon the deck--

        O C! here?

        Eac, lifeless and ?at;

        And by the holy rood

        A man all light, a seraph-man,

        On every corse tood.

        this seraph-band, each wavd his hand:

        It was a :

        tood as signals to the land,

        Eac:

        this seraph-band, each wavd his hand,

        No voice did t--

        No voice; but O! the silence sank,

        Like musiy .

        Eftsones I he dash of oars,

        I s cheer:

        My urnd perforce away

        And I sa appear.

        ts;

        the bodies rose anew:

        it pace, eaco his place,

        Came back tly crew.

        t sion made,

        On me alo blew.

        t, and ts boy

        I :

        Dear Lord in    was a joy,

        t blast.

        I sahird--I heard his voice:

        It is t good!

        h loud his godly hymns

        t he wood.

        hell shrieve my soul, hell wash away

        trosss blood.
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