I saw a third I heard his voice: He singeth loud his godly hymns He'll shrive my soul, he'll wash away The hermit of the wood PART VII. THIS hermit good lives in that wood He kneels at morn and noon and eve It is the moss that wholly hides The skiff-boat neared; I heard them talk: Where are those lights so many and fair, " Strange, by my faith!" the hermit said The planks look warped! and see those sails, I never saw aught like to them, 11 "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-feared"—"Push on, push on!" The boat came closer to the ship, The boat came close beneath the ship, And straight a sound was heard. Under the water it rumbled on, Still louder and more dread: It reached the ship, it split the bay; The ship suddenly sinketh. The ancient mar Stunned by that loud and dreadful sound, iner is saved in Which sky and ocean smote, Like one that hath been seven days drowned, My body lay afloat; But, swift as dreams, myself I found Within the pilot's boat. Upon the whirl, where sank the ship, the pilot's boat. I moved my lips, -the pilot shrieked, And fell down in a fit; The holy hermit raised his eyes, I took the oars: the pilot's boy, Laughed loud and long, and all the while "Ha! ha!" quoth he, "full plain I see, And now, all in my own countree, I stood on the firm land! The hermit stepped forth from the boat, The ancient mari- "O, shrive me, shrive me, holy man ! ner earnestly en treateth the her- The hermit crossed his brow. mit to shrive him; .. and the penance of life falls on him. And ever and Say quick," quoth he, "I bid thee say, What manner of man art thou?" Forthwith this frame of mine was wrenched Which forced me to begin my tale; Since then, at an uncertain hour, anon throughout That agony returns : his future life an agony constrain- And till my ghastly tale is told, eth him to travel from land to land, This heart 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 : What loud uproar bursts from that door! The wedding-guests are there: But in the garden bower the bride And bridemaids singing are: And hark! the little vesper bell, O wedding-guest! this soul hath been So lonely 't was, that God himself O, sweeter than the marriage-feast, To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And to teach, by Farewell, farewell! but this I tell that God made and loveth. Both man and bird and beast. He prayeth best who loveth best The mariner, whose eye is bright, Is gone and now the wedding-guest He went like one that hath been stunned, A sadder and a wiser man He rose the morrow morn. As fair a craft as ever flung aside the laughing spray. Upon the shore were tearful eyes, and scarfs were in the air, As to her, o'er the Zuyder Zee, went fond adieu and prayer; And brave hearts, yearning shoreward from the outward-going ship, Felt lingering kisses clinging still to tear-wet cheek and lip. She steered for some far eastern clime, and, as she skimmed the seas, |