O happy living things! no tongue

Their beauty might declare : A spring of love gusht from my heart,

And I bless'd them unaware ! Sure my

kind saint took pity on me, And I bless'd them unaware.

so free

The self-same moment I could pray ; And from

my

neck The Albatross fell off, and sank

Like lead into the sea.

V.

O sleep, it is a gentle thing

Belov'd 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 remain'd, I dreamt that they were fill'd with dew

And when I awoke it rain'd.

My lips were wet, my throat was cold,

My garments all were dank; Sure I had drunken in my

And still my body drank.

I mov'd and could not feel my limbag

I was so light, almost
I thought that I had died in sleep,

And was a blessed Ghost.

And soon I heard a roaring wind,

It did not come anear ;

But with its sound it shook the sails

That were so thin and.sere.

The
upper

air burst into life
And a hundred fire-flags sheen
To and fro they were hurried about ;
And to and fro, and in and out

The wan stars danc'd between.

And the coming wind did roar more loud ;

And the sails did sigh like sedge : And the rain pour'd down from one black cloud

The moon was at its edge.

M

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 reachd the Ship,

Yet now the Ship mov'd on! Beneath the lightning and the moon

The dead men gave a groan.

They groan'd, they stirr'd, they all uprose,
Nor spake, nor mov'd their

eyes : It had been strange, even in a dream

To have seen those dead men rise.

The helmsman steerd, the ship mov'd on;

Yet never a breeze up-blew ;
The Mariners all 'gan work the ropes,

Where they were wont to do:
They rais'd their limbs like lifeless tools-

We were a ghastly crew.

The body of my brother's son

Stood by me knee to knee:
The body and I pull'd at one rope,

But he said nought to me.

“ I fear thee, ancient Mariner !

Be calm, thou wedding guest ! 'Twas not those souls, that fled in pain, Which to their corses came again,

But a troop of Spirits blest :

For when it dawn'd--they dropp'd their arms,

And cluster'd round the mast: Sweet sounds rose slowly thro' their mouths

And from their bodies pass'd.

Around, around, few each sweet sound,

Then darted to the sun:
Slowly the sounds came back again

Now mix'd, now one by one.