'Nor dim nor red, like God's own head, The glorious sun uprist; Then all averred I had killed the bird ""Twas right," said they, "such birds to slay That bring the fog and mist." 'The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew, The furrow followed free; We were the first that ever burst 'Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt down, 'Twas sad as sad could be; And we did speak only to break The silence of the sea! All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody sun at noon Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the moon. 'Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; Upon a painted ocean. 'Water, water everywhere, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water everywhere, Nor any drop to drink. 'The very deep did rot; O Christ! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs 'About, about, in reel and rout And some in dreams assured were 'And every tongue, through utter drought, We could not speak, no more than if 'Ah, well-a-day! what evil looks PART III. 'There passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye. How glazed each weary eye! When looking westward I beheld 'At first it seemed a little speck, It moved and moved, and took at last 'A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist! And still it neared and neared: As if it dodged a water-sprite, It plunged, and tacked, and veered. 'With throats unslaked, 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 unslaked, 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. ""See! see!" I cried, "she tacks no more, Hither to work us weal; Without a breeze, without a tide, She steadies with upright keel." 'The western wave was all a-flame, When that strange shape drove suddenly 'And straight the sun was flecked with bars- As if through a dungeon grate he peered 'Alas! thought I, and my heart beat loud, Are those her sails that glance in the sun 'Are those her ribs through which the sun And is that woman all her crew? Is death that woman's mate? 'Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold; Her skin was as white as leprosy, Who thicks man's blood with cold. 'The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were casting dice; "The game is done! I've won, I've won!" Quoth she, and whistles thrice. 'The sun's rim dips, the stars rush out, At one stride comes the dark; With far-heard whisper, o'er the sea 'We listened and looked sideways up; Fear at my heart, as at a cup, My life-blood seemed to sip. The stars were dim, and thick the night, The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white; From the sails the dew did drip Till clomb above the eastern bar The horned moon, with one bright star 'One after one, by the star-dogged moon, Each turned his face with a ghastly pang, 'Four times fifty living men- 'The souls did from their bodies fly- PART IV. 'I fear thee, ancient mariner, I fear thy skinny hand! And thou art long, and lank, and brown, As is the ribbed sea-sand. 'I fear thee and thy glittering eye, And thy skinny hand so brown.' 'Fear not, fear not, thou wedding-guest, This body dropped not down. 'Alone, alone, all, all alone, And never a saint took pity on 'The many men so beautiful! And a thousand thousand slimy things Lived on, and so did I. 'I looked upon the rotting sea, I looked upon the rotting deck, 'I looked to heaven, and tried to pray; But or ever a prayer had gushed, A wicked whisper came, and made 'I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat ; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky, Lay like a load on my weary eye, And the dead were at my feet. 'The cold sweat melted from their limbs, Nor rot nor reek did they; The look with which they looked on me 'An orphan's curse would drag to hell A spirit from on high; But oh! more horrible than that Is a curse in a dead man's eye! Seven days, seven nights, I saw that curse, And yet I could not die. 'The moving moon went up the sky, And nowhere did abide : 'Her beams bemocked the sultry main, Like April hoarfrost spread; But where the ship's huge shadow lay 'Beyond the shadow of the ship I watched the water-snakes ; They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. "Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire: Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire. 'O happy living things! no tongue A spring of love gushed from my heart, "The self-same moment I could pray; PART V. 'Oh, sleep! it is a gentle thing, Beloved from pole to pole! To Mary Queen the praise be given! She sent the gentle sleep from heaven, That slid into my soul. 'The silly buckets on the deck, That had so long remained, I dreamt that they were filled with dew; And when I awoke it rained. 'My lips were wet, my throat was cold, My garments all were dank; Sure I had drunken in my dreams, 'I moved, and could not feel my limbs : I was so light-almost I thought that I had died in sleep, 'And soon I heard a roaring wind: But with its sound it shook the sails, 'The upper air burst into life! To and fro they were hurried about! The wan stars danced between. 'And the coming wind did roar more loud, And the sails did sigh like sedge; And the rain poured down from one black cloud; The moon was at its edge. 'The thick black cloud was cleft, and still The moon was at its side: Like waters shot from some high crag, The lightning fell with never a jag, A river steep and wide. "The loud wind never reached the ship, 'They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes; It had been strange, even in a dream, To have seen those dead men rise. "The helmsman steered, the ship moved on, Yet never a breeze up blew ; The mariners all 'gan work the ropes They raised their limbs like lifeless tools- 'The body of my brother's son Stood by me, knee to knee: The body and I pulled at one rope, But he said nought to me.' 'Around, around, flew each sweet sound, Then darted to the sun; Slowly the sounds came back again, 'Sometimes, a-dropping from the sky, How they seemed to fill the sea and air, 'And now 'twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song, That makes the heavens be mute. "It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night [The ship is driven onward, but at length the curse is finally expiated. A wind springs up: It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek The mariner sees his native country. The angelic spirits leave the dead bodies, and appear in their own forms of light, each waving his hand to the shore. A boat with a pilot and hermit on board approaches the ship, which suddenly sinks. The mariner is rescued; he entreats the hermit to shrive him, and the penance of life falls on him.] 'Since then, at an uncertain hour That agony returns; And till my ghastly tale is told, I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; I know the man that must hear me : To him my tale I teach. 'What loud uproar bursts from that door! The wedding-guests are there : But in the garden-bower the bride 'O wedding-guest! this soul hath been So lonely 'twas, that God himself 'O sweeter than the marriage-feast, 'Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! 'To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, 'Farewell, farewell! but this I tell 'He prayeth best who loveth best For the dear God who loveth us, The mariner, whose eye is bright, Is gone and now the wedding-guest He went like one that hath been stunned, A sadder and a wiser man From the Ode to the Departing Year' (1795). With inward stillness, and submitted mind; Starting from my silent sadness, Then with no unholy madness, Ere yet the entered cloud foreclosed my sight, I raised the impetuous song, and solemnised his flight. Hither, from the recent tomb, From Distemper's midnight anguish ; And thence, where Poverty doth waste and languish ; Or where, o'er cradled infants bending, Ye Woes! ye young-eyed Joys! advance! Raises its fateful strings from sleep, I bid you haste, a mixed tumultuous band! From every private bower, And each domestic hearth, And with a loud and yet a louder voice, Weep and rejoice! Still echoes the dread name that o'er the earth Justice and Truth! They, too, have heard thy spell; I marked Ambition in his war-array! I heard the mailèd monarch's troublous cry"Ah! wherefore does the northern conqueress stay! Groans not her chariot on its onward way?' Fly, mailed monarch, fly! Stunned by Death's twice mortal mace, The insatiate hag shall gloat with drunken eye! Ye that gasped on Warsaw's plain! When human ruin choked the streams, Fell in conquest's glutted hour, 'Mid women's shrieks and infants' screams! Spirits of the uncoffined slain, Sudden blasts of triumph swelling, Oft, at night, in misty train, Rush around her narrow dwelling! The exterminating fiend is fled Foul her life, and dark her doom- Dance like death-fires round her tomb! Departing year! 'twas on no earthly shore Thou storied'st thy sad hours! Silence ensued, Then, his eye wild ardours glancing, Not yet enslaved, not wholly vile, Echo to the bleat of flocks (Those grassy hills, those glittering dells Or sacked thy towers, or stained thy fields with gore. Hymn before Sunrise in the Vale of Chamouni. O dread and silent mount! I gazed upon thee, Didst vanish from my thought: entranced in prayer, Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my thought, As in her natural form, swelled vast to heaven! Awake, my soul! not only passive praise Thou first and chief, sole sovran of the vale! Or when they climb the sky, or when they sink! And you, ye five wild torrents, fiercely glad! For ever shattered, and the same for ever? And who commanded-and the silence came- Ye ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Who made you glorious as the gates of heaven Ye living flowers that skirt the eternal frost! Utter forth God,' and fill the hills with praise ! Thou too, hoar mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks, Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard, Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene, Into the depth of clouds that veil thy breastThou too, again, stupendous mountain! thou, That as I raise my head, awhile bowed low In adoration, upward from thy base Slow travelling with dim eyes suffused with tears, Solemnly seemest like a vapoury cloud To rise before me-Rise, oh, ever rise; Rise like a cloud of incense from the earth! Thou kingly spirit throned among the hills, Thou dread ambassador from earth to heaven, Great hierarch! tell thou the silent sky, And tell the stars, and tell yon rising sun, Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God. Love. All thoughts, all passions, all delights, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, She leaned against the armed man, Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, The songs that make her grieve. I played a soft and doleful air, 77 She listened with a flitting blush, I told her of the knight that wore I told her how he pined; and ah! She listened with a flitting blush, Too fondly on her face. But when I told the cruel scorn That crazed that bold and lovely knight, And that he crossed the mountain-woods, Nor rested day nor night; 78 That sometimes from the savage den, And sometimes from the darksome shade, And sometimes starting up at once, In green and sunny glade, There came and looked him in the face This miserable knight ! And that, unknowing what he did, And how she wept and clasped his knees, The scorn that crazed his brain. And that she nursed him in a cave; A dying man he lay; His dying words-but when I reached All impulses of soul and sense The rich and balmy eve; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, Subdued and cherished long! She wept with pity and delight, I heard her breathe my name. She fled to me and wept. She half inclosed me with her arms, She pressed me with a meek embrace, And bending back her head, looked up And gazed upon my face. 'Twas partly love, and partly fear, And partly 'twas a bashful art, That I might rather feel than see The swelling of her heart. I calmed her fears; and she was calm, And told her love with virgin pride; And so I won my Genevieve, My bright and beauteous bride! From Frost at Midnight! Dear babe, that sleepest cradled by my side, And momentary pauses of the thought! Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee, Heard only in the trances of the blast, Love, Hope, and Patience in Education. O'er wayward childhood wouldst thou hold firm rule, And sun thee in the light of happy faces; Love, Hope, and Patience, these must be thy graces, Love too will sink and die. Yet haply there will come a weary day, |