approacheth the ship with wonder. The ship suddenly sinketh. The ancient saved in the 66 6 Strange, by my faith!' the Hermit said- The planks look warp'd! and see those sails, I never saw aught like to them, "Brown skeletons of leaves that lag My forest-brook along; When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow, And the owlet whoops to the wolf below, "Dear Lord! it hath a fiendish look- I am a-fear'd.'—' Push on, push on!' "The boat came closer to the ship, The boat came close beneath the ship, "Under the water it rumbled on, Still louder and more dread: It reach'd the ship, it split the bay; "Stunn'd by that loud and dreadful sound, Like one that hath been seven days drown'd 541 But swift as dreams, myself I found Upon the whirl, where sank the ship, I moved my lips-the Pilot shriek'd The holy Hermit raised his eyes, And pray'd where he did sit. I took the oars: the Pilot's boy, Laugh'd loud and long, and all the while His eyes went to and fro. Ha! ha!' quoth he, 'full plain I see, The Devil knows how to row.' And now, all in my own countree, I stood on the firm land! 555 559 563 569 The Hermit stepp'd forth from the boat, 573 O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!' Say quick,' quoth he, 'I bid thee say- "Forthwith this frame of mine was wrench'd 66 Which forced me to begin my tale; Since then, at an uncertain hour, And till my ghastly tale is told, "I pass, like night, from land to land; I know the man that must hear me: "What loud uproar bursts from that door! But in the gardeu-bower the Bride 581 585 590 And bride-maids singing are: And hark, the little vesper bell, Which biddeth me to prayer! 596 "O Wedding-Guest! this soul hath been Alone on a wide, wide sea: So lonely 't was, that God Himself "O sweeter than the marriage-feast, To walk together to the kirk 600 604 "To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, "Farewell, farewell! but this I tell "He prayeth best, who loveth best The Mariner, whose eye is bright, He went like one that hath been stunn'd, A sadder and a wiser man, 609 and to teach, by his own example, love and reverence to 613 all things that God made and loveth. 617 621 He rose the morrow morn. 1798. 625 Samuel Taylor Coleridge. YE MARINERS OF ENGLAND YE Mariners of England! That guard our native seas; Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, The battle and the breeze! Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe! And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long, The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave!— For the deck it was their field of fame, Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Britannia needs no bulwarks, No towers along the steep; Her march is o'er the mountain-waves, 20 |