And the coming wind did roar more loud, And the sails did sigh like sedge; And the rain poured down from one black cloud; 320 The Moon was at its edge.
The thick black cloud was cleft, and still The Moon was at its side: Like waters shot from some high crag, The lightning fell with never a jag, 325 A river steep and wide.
[Sidenote: The bodies of the ship"s crew are inspired [inspirited, S.
L.] and the ship moves on;]
The loud wind never reached the ship, Yet now the ship moved on!
Beneath the lightning and the Moon The dead men gave a groan. 330
They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes; It had been strange, even in a dream, To have seen those dead men rise.
The helmsman steered, the ship moved on; 335 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. 340
The body of my brother"s son Stood by me, knee to knee: The body and I pulled at one rope, But he said nought to me.
[Sidenote: But not by the souls of the men, nor by daemons of earth or middle air, but by a blessed troop of angelic spirits, sent down by the invocation of the guardian saint.]
"I fear thee, ancient Mariner!" 345 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 cl.u.s.tered round the mast; 351 Sweet sounds rose slowly through their mouths, And from their bodies pa.s.sed.
Around, around, flew each sweet sound, Then darted to the Sun; 355 Slowly the sounds came back again, Now mixed, now one by one.
Sometimes a-dropping from the sky I heard the sky-lark sing; Sometimes all little birds that are, 360 How they seemed to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning!
And now "twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel"s song, 365 That makes the heavens be mute.
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, 370 That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Till noon we quietly sailed on, Yet never a breeze did breathe: Slowly and smoothly went the ship, 375 Moved onward from beneath.
[Sidenote: The lonesome Spirit from the south-pole carries on the ship as far as the Line, in obedience to the angelic troop, but still requireth vengeance.]
Under the keel nine fathom deep, From the land of mist and snow, The spirit slid: and it was he That made the ship to go. 380 The sails at noon left off their tune, And the ship stood still also.
The Sun, right up above the mast, Had fixed her to the ocean: But in a minute she "gan stir, 385 With a short uneasy motion-- Backwards and forwards half her length With a short uneasy motion.
Then like a pawing horse let go, She made a sudden bound: 390 It flung the blood into my head, And I fell down in a swound.
[Sidenote: The Polar Spirit"s fellow-daemons, the invisible inhabitants of the element, take part in his wrong; and two of them relate, one to the other, that penance long and heavy for the ancient Mariner hath been accorded to the Polar Spirit, who returneth southward.]
How long in that same fit I lay, I have not to declare; But ere my living life returned, 395 I heard and in my soul discerned Two voices in the air.
"Is it he?" quoth one, "Is this the man?
By him who died on cross, With his cruel bow he laid full low 400 The harmless Albatross.
The spirit who bideth by himself In the land of mist and snow, He loved the bird that loved the man Who shot him with his bow." 405
The other was a softer voice, As soft as honey-dew: Quoth he, "The man hath penance done, And penance more will do."
PART VI
FIRST VOICE
"But tell me, tell me! speak again, 410 Thy soft response renewing-- What makes that ship drive on so fast?
What is the ocean doing?"
SECOND VOICE
"Still as a slave before his lord, The ocean hath no blast; 415 His great bright eye most silently Up to the Moon is cast--
If he may know which way to go; For she guides him smooth or grim.
See, brother, see! how graciously 420 She looketh down on him."
[Sidenote: The Mariner hath been cast into a trance; for the angelic power causeth the vessel to drive northward faster than human life could endure.]
FIRST VOICE
"But why drives on that ship so fast, Without or wave or wind?"
SECOND VOICE
"The air is cut away before, And closes from behind. 425
Fly, brother, fly! more high, more high!
Or we shall be belated: For slow and slow that ship will go, When the Mariner"s trance is abated."
[Sidenote: The supernatural motion is r.e.t.a.r.ded; the Mariner awakes, and his penance begins anew.]
I woke, and we were sailing on 430 As in a gentle weather: "Twas night, calm night, the moon was high; 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 pa.s.sed away: I could not draw my eyes from theirs, 440 Nor turn them up to pray.
[Sidenote: The curse is finally expiated.]
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-- 445
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 450 Doth close behind him tread.
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. 455
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.
Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, 460 Yet she sailed softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze-- On me alone it blew.