The ship was cheered, the harbour cleared, Below the kirk, below the hill, Below the lighthouse top. The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast, The bride hath paced into the hall, Nodding their heads before her goes 35 The Wedding-Guest he beat his breast, A thus spake on that ancient man, bright-eyed Mariner. And now the storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, 40 And chased us south along. 66 14.5 With sloping masts and dipping prowyntome 45, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, • And southward aye we fled. 50 "And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold : And ice, nast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald. ་. And through the drifts the snowy clif's Did send a dismal sheen: Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken- 55 66 The ice was here, the ice was there, The ice was all around: 60 It cracked and growled, and roared and howled, "And a good south wind sprung up behind; Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white, Glimmered the white moon-shine." "God save thee, ancient Mariner! From the fiends that plague thee thus! 66 Why look'st thou so?". With my cross-bow I shot the Albatross." PART II. 80 THE Sun now rose upon the right: Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left 85 Went down into the sea. "At first it seemed a little speck, And then it seemed a mist; It moved and moved, and took at last "A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist! And still it neared and neared: It plunged and tacked and veered. 66 With throats unslacked, with black lips baked, We could nor laugh nor wail; Through utter drought all dumb we stood! I bit my arm, I sucked the blood, And cried, A sail! a sail! With throats unslacked, with black lips baked, Agape they heard me call: Gramercy! they for joy did grin, And all at once their breath drew in, As they were drinking all. 66 See! see! (I cried) she tacks no more! Hither to work us weal; Without a breeze, without a tide, 150 155 160 165, When that strange shape drove suddenly 175 "And straight the Sun was flecked with bars, (Heaven's Mother send us grace!) As if through a dungeon grate he peered With broad and burning face. 180 Alas! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How fast she nears and nears! Are those her sails that glance in the Sun, Like restless gossameres? 66 Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold: 190 The game is done! I've won, I've won!' Quoth she, and whistles thrice. "The Sun's rim dips; the stars rush out; The stars were dim, and thick the night. The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white: From the sails the dew did drip Il clomb above the eastern bar The hornéd Moon, with one bright star 210 "One after one, by the star-dogged Moon, Too quick for groan or sigh, Each turned his face with a ghastly pang, 215 |