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Part IV

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"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-

This body dropt not down.
"Alone, alone, all, all alone,
Alone on a wide wide sea!
And never a saint took pity on
My soul in agony.
"The many men, so beautiful!
And they all dead did lie:
And a thousand thousand slimy things
Lived on; and so did I.



"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.

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"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 steerman's face by his lamp gleamed

From the sails the dew did drip —
Till clomb above the eastern bar
The hornèd Moon with one bright star 210
Within the nether tip.

"I looked to heaven, and tried to pray;
But or ever a prayer had gusht,
A wicked whisper came, and made
My heart as dry as dust.


"One after one, by the star-dogged Moon,
Too quick for groan or sigh,
Each turned his face with a ghastly pang,
And cursed me with his eye.

"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

me Had never passed away.




“Four times fifty living men, (And I heard nor sigh nor groan), With heavy thump, a lifeless lump, They dropped down one by one.


“An orphan's curse would drag to hell
A spirit from on high;
But oh! more horrible than that
Is the curse in a dead man's eye!
Seven days, seven nights, I saw that curse,
And yet I could not die.

"The souls did from their bodies fly
They fled to bliss or woe!
And every soul, it passed me by,
Like the whizz of my cross-bow!"


"The moving Moon went up the sky,
And no where did abide:
Softly she was going up,
And a star or two beside -

"I moved, and could not feel my limbs : 305
I was so light — almost
I thought that I had died in sleep,
And was a blessed ghost.







"Her beams bemocked the sultry main, “And soon I heard a roaring wind: Like April hoar-frost spread;

It did not come anear; But where the ship's huge shadow lay, But with its sound it shook the sails, The charmed water burnt alway

That were so thin and sere. A still and awful red.

"The upper air burst into life! "Beyond the shadow of the ship,

And a hundred fire-flags sheen, I watched the water-snakes:

To and fro they were hurried about; 315 They moved in tracks of shining white, And to and fro, and in and out, And when they reared, the elfish light 275

The wan stars danced between. Fell off in hoary Aakes.

"And the coming wind did roar more loud, "Within the shadow of the ship

And the sails did sigh like sedge; I watched their rich attire:

And the rain poured down from one black Blue, glossy green, and velvet black,

cloud; They coiled and swam; and

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The Moon was at its edge.
Was a Aash of golden fire.

"The thick black cloud was cleft, and still "O happy living things! no tongue

The Moon was at its side: Their beauty might declare:

Like waters shot from some high crag, A spring of love gushed from my heart,

The lightning fell with never a jag,
And I blessed them unaware!

A river steep and wide.
Sure my kind saint took pity on me,
And I blessed them unaware.

“The loud wind never reached the ship, “The self-same moment I could pray;

Yet now the ship moved on! And from my neck so free

Beneath the lightning and the Moon

The dead men gave a groan.
The Albatross fell off, and sank
Like lead into the sea.

"They groaned, they stirred, they all up

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Nor spake, nor moved their eyes; “Oh, sleep! it is a gentle thing,

It had been strange, even in a dream,

To have seen those dead men rise.
Beloved from pole to pole!
To Mary Queen the praise be given!

"The helmsman steered, the ship moved She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven, 295

on; That slid into my soul.

Yet never a breeze up-blew; "The silly buckets on the deck,

The mariners all 'gan work the ropes, That had so long remained,

Where they were wont to do: I dreamt that they were filled with dew; They raised their limbs like lifeless tools And when I awoke, it rained.

We were a ghastly crew. “My lips were wet, my throat was cold, "The body of my brother's son My garments all were dank;

Stood by me, knee to knee: Sure I had drunken in my dreams,

The body and I pulled at one rope, And still my body drank.

But he said nought to me."






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"We drifted o'er the harbor-bar, And I with sobs did pray 'O let me be awake, my God! Or let me sleep alway.'




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"I woke, and we were sailing on,
As in a gentle weather:
'Twas night, calm night, the moon

The dead men stood together.
"All stood together on the deck,
For a charnel-dungeon fitter:

435 All fixed on me their stony eyes, That in the Moon did glitter. “The pang, the curse, with which they

died, Had never passed away: I could not draw my eyes from theirs, 440 Nor turn them up to pray. “And now this spell was snapt: once more I viewed the ocean green, And looked far forth, yet little saw Of what had else been seen —

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“Like one, that on a lonesome road
Doth walk in fear and dread,
And having once turned round, walks on,
And turns no more his head;
Because he knows a frightful fiend
Doth close behind him tread.

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“This seraph-band, each waved his hand:
It was a heavenly sight!
They stood as signals to the land,
Each one a lovely light:



"But soon there breathed a wind on me,
Nor sound nor motion made:
Its path was not upon the sea,
In ripple or in shade.
“It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek
Like a meadow-gale of spring -
It mingled strangely with my fears,
Yet it felt like a welcoming.

“This seraph-band, each waved his hand,
No voice did they impart
No voice; but oh! the silence sank
Like music on my heart.

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