"The helmsman steered, the ship moved on; Yet never a breeze up blew; The mariners all 'gan work the ropes, Where they were wont to do; They raised their limbs like lifeless tools — We were a ghastly crew. "The body of my brother's son "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 dawned—they dropped their arms, And cluster'd round the mast; Sweet sounds rose slowly through their mouths, And from their bodies passed. But not by the souls of the men, nor by demons of earth or middle air, but by a blessed troop of angelic spirits, sent down by the invocation of the guardian saint. "Around, around, flew each sweet sound, "Sometimes a-dropping from the sky "And now 'twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song, "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 Singeth a quiet tune. "Till noon we quietly sailed on, "Under the keel nine fathom deep, The lonesome F i , | « r . spirit from the rom the land or mist and snow, south-poie The spirit slid: and it was he ^Г».ь. That made the ship to go. line, in obedience 1 D to the angelic The sails at noon left off their tune, troop, but still Aii i • i Mi . requireth ven And the ship stood still also. geance. "The Sun, right up above the mast, "Then like a pawing horse let go, |