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"Upon the whirl, where sank the ship, The boat spun round and round;


And all was still, save that the hill Was telling of the sound.

"I moved my lips—the Pilot shrieked And fell down in a fit;


The holy Hermit raised his eyes, And prayed where he did sit.

"I took the oars: the Pilot's boy,

Who now doth crazy go,

Laughed 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!
The Hermit stepped forth from the boat,
And scarcely he could stand.

The ancient Ma- "' O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!'

riner earnestly entreateth the Hermit to shrieve him; and the

penance of life What manner of man art thou?'

falls on him:

The Hermit crossed his brow.
'• 'Say quick,' quoth he, 'I bid thee say-

"Forthwith this frame of mine was wrenched

With a woful agony,

Which forced me to begin my tale;

And then it left me free.

And ever and "Since then, at an uncertain hour,

anon throughout rT,I

his future life an I hat agony returns:

efhWmToTrave'i And ti]1 mY ghastly tale is told,

from land to ThJs hear(. within me burns.


"I pass, like night, from land to land;
I have strange power of speech;
That moment that his face I see,
I know the man that must hear me:
To him my tale I teach.

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