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The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
Samuel Taylor Coleridge, 1798

PART ONE IT IS an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp'st thou me? The Bridegroom's doors are opened wide, And I am next of kin; The guests are met, the feast is set: May'st hear the merry din.' He holds him with his skinny hand, 'There was a ship,' quoth he. 'Hold off! unhand me, grey-beard loon!' Eftsoons his hand dropt he. He holds him with his glittering eye-The Wedding-Guest stood still, And listens like a three years' child: The Mariner hath his will. The Wedding-Guest sat on a stone: He cannot choose but hear; And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Mariner. 'The ship was cheered, the harbour cleared, Merrily did we drop Below the kirk, below the hill, Below the lighthouse top. The Sun came up upon the left, Out of the sea came he! And he shone bright, and on the right

and roared and howled. As if it had been a Christian soul. Till over the mast at noon--' The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast. For he heard the loud bassoon. And through the drifts the snowy clifts Did send a dismal sheen: Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken-The ice was all between. loud roared the blast. Red as a rose is she. Like noises in a swound! At length did cross an Albatross. The ship drove fast. As green as emerald.Went down into the sea. With sloping masts and dipping prow. And it grew wondrous cold: And ice. The Wedding-Guest he beat his breast. And southward aye we fled. The ice was all around: It cracked and growled. And now there came both mist and snow. Nodding their heads before her goes The merry minstrelsy. And forward bends his head. We hailed it in God's name. mast-high. Yet he cannot choose but hear. Higher and higher every day. and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings. the ice was there. As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe. And thus spake on that ancient man. . And chased us south along. And now the Storm-blast came. Thorough the fog it came. The bright-eyed Mariner. The ice was here. The bride hath paced into the hall. came floating by. It ate the food it ne'er had eat.

And round and round it flew. such birds to slay. Whiles all the night. Ah wretch! said they. The ice did split with a thunder-fit. on mast or shroud. Nor any day for food or play Came to the mariners' hollo! And I had done a hellish thing. . ancient Mariner! From the fiends. Came to the mariners' hollo! In mist or cloud. We were the first that ever burst Into that silent sea. Still hid in mist. and on the left Went down into the sea.' 'God save thee. The fair breeze blew. 'Twas right. But no sweet bird did follow. The helmsman steered us through! And a good south wind sprung up behind. The furrow followed free.' PART TWO THE Sun now rose upon the right: Out of the sea came he. the white foam flew. And it would work 'em woe: For all averred. Glimmered the white Moon-shine. for food or play. I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow. And every day. That made the breeze to blow! Nor dim nor red like God's own head. The glorious Sun uprist: Then all averred. The Albatross did follow. That bring the fog and mist. that plague thee thus!-Why look'st thou so?'--'With my cross-bow I shot the Albatross. And the good south wind still blew behind. I had killed the bird That brought the fog and mist. said they. the bird to slay. It perched for vespers nine. through fog-smoke white.

Nine fathom deep he had followed us From the land of mist and snow. Was withered at the root. The water. Day after day. no more than if We had been choked with soot. day after day. And some in dreams assur'ed were Of the Spirit that plagued us so. through utter drought. And all the boards did shrink. A weary time! a weary time! . in reel and rout The death-fires danced at night. As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean. Right up above the mast did stand. about. Water. The bloody Sun. every where. We stuck. We could not speak. slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea. Burnt green. No bigger than the Moon. the sails dropt down. Ah! well a-day! what evil looks Had I from old and young! Instead of the cross. and glazed each eye. And we did speak only to break The silence of the sea! All in a hot and copper sky. And every tongue. Water.Down dropt the breeze. like a witch's oils. About. the Albatross About my neck was hung. Nor any drop to drink. every where. nor breath nor motion. Each throat Was parched. PART THREE THERE passed a weary time. and blue and white. 'Twas sad as sad could be. The very deep did rot: O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea. water. at noon. water.

How glazed each weary eye. And then it seemed a mist. And cried. a mist. (Heaven's Mother send us grace!) As if through a dungeon-grate he peered With broad and burning face. When that strange shape drove suddenly Betwixt us and the Sun. And straight the Sun was flecked with bars. The day was well nigh done! Almost upon the western wave Rested the broad bright Sun. A speck. Agape they heard me call: Gramercy! they for joy did grin And all at once their breath drew in. with black lips baked. When looking westward. Like restless gossameres? Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer. I beheld A something in the sky. a shape. At first it seemed a little speck. without a tide. and took at last A certain shape. It moved and moved. with black lips baked. As they were drinking all. See! see! (I cried) she tacks no more! Hither to work us weal. She steadies with upright keel! The western wave was all a-flame. and my heart beat loud) How fast she nears and nears! Are those her sails that glance in the Sun. A sail! a sail! With throats unslaked. I sucked the blood. We could nor laugh nor wail. I wist. as through a grate? . Through utter drought all dumb we stood! I bit my arm. With throats unslaked. I wist! And still it neared and neared: As if it dodged a water-sprite. Without a breeze. Alas! (thought I. It plunged and tacked and veered.

With far-heard whisper. Off shot the spectre-bark. and whistles thrice. The Night-mare Life-in-Death was she. The Sun's rim dips. o'er the sea. The naked hulk alongside came.And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a DEATH? and are there two? Is DEATH that woman's mate? Her lips were red. And the twain were casting dice. My life-blood seemed to sip! The stars were dim. a lifeless lump. 'The game is done! I've won! I've won!' Quoth she. We listened and looked sideways up! Fear at my heart. ancient Mariner! I fear thy skinny hand! And thou art long. One after one. And cursed me with his eye. the stars rush out: At one stride comes the dark. by the star-dogged Moon. The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white. They dropped down one by one. and brown. her looks were free. Who thicks man's blood with cold. it passed me by. Like the whizz of my cross-bow! PART FOUR 'I FEAR thee. Each turned his face with a ghastly pang. with one bright star Within the nether tip. and thick the night. The souls did from their bodies fly. (And I heard nor sigh nor groan) With heavy thump. Too quick for groan or sigh.-They fled to bliss or woe! And every soul. . and lank. Her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was as white as leprosy. From the sails the dew did drip-Till clomb above the eastern bar The horn'ed Moon. as at a cup. Four times fifty living men.

And no where did abide: Softly she was going up. And a star or two beside-- . and kept them close. I closed my lids. I looked upon the rotting sea.'-Fear not. Alone on a wide wide sea! And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony. I fear thee and thy glittering eye. so beautiful! And they all dead did lie: And a thousand thousand slimy things Lived on. all alone. The cold sweat melted from their limbs. And the balls like pulses beat. Alone. fear not. And yet I could not die. The moving Moon went up the sky.As is the ribbed sea-sand. But oh! more horrible than that Is the curse in a dead man's eye! Seven days. But or ever a prayer had gusht. and so did I. and tried to pray. An orphan's curse would drag to hell A spirit from on high. thou Wedding-Guest! This body dropt not down. and the sea and the sky Lay like a load on my weary eye. alone. For the sky and the sea. And thy skinny hand. A wicked whisper came. so brown. The many men. Nor rot nor reek did they: The look with which they looked on me Had never passed away. seven nights saw that curse. And drew my eyes away I looked upon the rotting deck. And the dead were at my feet. And there the dead men lay I looked to Heaven. and made My heart as dry as dust. all.

Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire: Blue. And from my neck so free The Albatross fell off. Sure I had drunken in my dreams. glossy green. And I blessed them unaware. The self-same moment I could pray. The silly buckets on the deck. and sank Like lead into the sea. And I blessed them unaware: Sure my kind saint took pity on me. it rained. I moved. and could not feel my limbs: I was so light--almost . My garments all were dank. Beyond the shadow of the ship. But where the ship's huge shadow lay. And when I awoke. That had so long remained. O happy living things! no tongue Their beauty might declare: A spring of love gushed from my heart. Like April hoar-frost spread. I dreamt that they were filled with dew.Her beams bemocked the sultry main. PART FIVE OH sleep! it is a gentle thing. the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. And still my body drank. and velvet black. I watched the water-snakes: They moved in tracks of shining white And when they reared. That slid into my soul. Beloved from pole to pole! To Mary Queen the praise be given! She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven. Then coiled and swam. My lips were wet. The charm'ed water burnt alway A still and awful red. my throat was cold. and every track Was a flash of golden fire.

knee to knee: The body and I pulled at one rope. The Moon was at its edge. The body of my brother's son Stood by me. And soon I heard a roaring wind: It did not come anear. even in a dream. To have seen those dead men rise. The lightning fell with never a jag. They groaned. And the sails did sigh like sedge. Where they were wont to do. And was a bless'ed ghost. A river steep and wide. The thick black cloud was cleft. The helmsman steered. That were so thin and sere. and still The Moon was at its side: Like waters shot from some high crag. And the coming wind did roar more loud. Nor spake. 'I fear thee. . they all uprose. The mariners all 'gan work the ropes. They raised their limbs like lifeless tools-We were a ghastly crew. The wan stars danced between. they stirred. The upper air burst into life! And a hundred fire-flags sheen. Yet never a breeze up-blew. The loud wind never reached the ship. ancient Mariner!' Be calm. and in and out. It had been strange. To and fro they were hurried about! And to and fro. And the rain poured down from one black cloud.I thought that I had died in sleep. thou Wedding-Guest! 'Twas not those souls that fled in pain. Yet now the ship moved on! Beneath the lightning and the Moon The dead men gave a groan. nor moved their eyes. the ship moved on. But with its sound it shook the sails. But he said nought to me.

Had fixed her to the ocean: But in a minute she 'gan stir. now one by one. Sweet sounds rose slowly through their mouths. Around. Now mixed. How they seemed to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning! And now 'twas like all instruments. Slowly the sounds came back again. With a short uneasy motion-Backwards and forwards half her length With a short uneasy motion. But a troop of spirits blest: For when it dawned--they dropped their arms. The sails at noon left off their tune. Sometimes a-dropping from the sky I heard the sky-lark sing. From the land of mist and snow. around. That makes the heavens be mute. Now like a lonely flute. Yet never a breeze did breathe: Slowly and smoothly went the Ship. And from their bodies passed. right up above the mast. Moved onward from beneath. A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June. Sometimes all little birds that are. And clustered round the mast. The spirit slid: and it was he That made the ship to go. .Which to their corses came again. Till noon we quietly sailed on. And now it is an angel's song. yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon. The Sun. Then darted to the Sun. Under the keel nine fathom deep. flew each sweet sound. And the ship stood still also. That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune. It ceased.

'Is this the man? By him who died on cross. I have not to declare. As soft as honey-dew: Quoth he. They 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. I heard and in my soul discerned Two voices in the air. tell me! speak again. With his cruel bow he laid full low The harmless Albatross. brother. She made a sudden bound: It flung the blood into my head. And penance more will do. But ere my living life returned. 'Is it he?' quoth one.' First Voice 'But why drives on that ship so fast. The spirit who bideth by himself In the land of mist and snow. see! how graciously She looketh down on him. See.' The other was a softer voice.Then like a pawing horse let go. How long in that same fit I lay. For she guides him smooth or grim. His great bright eye most silently Up to the Moon is cast-If he may know which way to go. The ocean hath no blast. And I fell down in a swound. He loved the bird that loved the man Who shot him with his bow. 'The man hath penance done.' PART SIX First Voice 'BUT tell me. .

When the Mariner's trance is abated. For a charnel-dungeon fitter: All fixed on me their stony eyes. The pang. fly! more high. That in the Moon did glitter. brother. Swiftly.' I woke.Without or wave or wind?' Second Voice 'The air is cut away before. yet little saw Of what had else been seen-Like one. Nor sound nor motion made: Its path was not upon the sea. calm night. that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread. Yet she sailed softly too: . It raised my hair. And now this spell was snapt: once more I viewed the ocean green. But soon there breathed a wind on me. All stood together on the deck. more high! Or we shall be belated: For slow and slow that ship will go. In ripple or in shade. And turns no more his head. a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread. with which they died. And closes from behind. Yet it felt like a welcoming. the moon was high. The dead men stood together. Fly. And looked far forth. and we were sailing on As in a gentle weather: 'Twas night. Had never passed away: I could not draw my eyes from theirs. it fanned my cheek Like a meadow-gale of spring-It mingled strangely with my fears. Nor turn them up to pray. the curse. swiftly flew the ship. Because he knows. And having once turned round walks on.

the moonlight lay. No voice did they impart-No voice. Christ! what saw I there! Each corse lay flat. I heard the Pilot's cheer. This seraph-band. weathercock. a seraph-man. lifeless and flat. The rock shone bright. That stands above the rock: The moonlight steeped in silentness The steady. And the bay was white with silent light. Full many shapes. each waved his hand: It was a heavenly. This seraph-band. The harbour-bay was clear as glass. my God! Or let me sleep alway. Oh! dream of joy! is this indeed The light-house top I see? Is this the hill? is this the kirk? Is this mine own countree? We drifted o'er the harbour-bar.Sweetly. sweetly blew the breeze-On me alone it blew. each waved his hand. But soon I heard the dash of oars. but oh! the silence sank Like music on my heart. by the holy rood! A man all light. the kirk no less. . And I with sobs did pray-O let me be awake. A little distance from the prow Those crimson shadows were: I turned my eyes upon the deck-Oh. Each one a lovely light. So smoothly it was strewn! And on the bay. Till rising from the same. sight! They stood as signals to the land. And the shadow of the Moon. On every corse there stood. In crimson colours came. that shadows were. And.

He kneels at morn. And the owlet whoops to the wolf below. and noon. 'Why. Unless perchance it were Brown skeletons of leaves that lag My forest-brook along. I saw a third-I heard his voice: It is the Hermit good! He singeth loud his godly hymns That he makes in the wood. PART SEVEN THIS Hermit good lives in that wood Which slopes down to the sea. this is strange. I heard them coming fast: Dear Lord in Heaven! it was a joy The dead men could not blast. push on!' . The Pilot and the Pilot's boy. He'll shrieve my soul he'll wash away The Albatross's blood. and eve-He hath a cushion plump: It is the moss that wholly hides The rotted old oak-stump. When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow. by my faith!' the Hermit said-'And they answered not our cheer! The planks looked warped! and see those sails. That signal made but now?' 'Strange.' 'Dear Lord! it hath a fiendish look-(The Pilot made reply) I am a-feared'--'Push on.My head was turned perforce away And I saw a boat appear. The skiff-boat neared: I heard them talk. That eats the she-wolf's young. I trow! Where are those lights so many and fair. How loudly his sweet voice he rears! He loves to talk with marineres That come from a far countree. How thin they are and sere! I never saw aught like to them.

Under the water it rumbled on. And prayed where he did sit. Stunned by that loud and dreadful sound. Which sky and ocean smote. Still louder and more dead: It reached the ship. myself I found Within the Pilot's boat. The boat came closer to the ship. Laughed loud and long.' And now. 'I bid thee say-What manner of man art thou? Forthwith this frame of mine was wrenched With a woful agony. and all the while His eyes went to and fro. Upon the whirl.' quoth he. shrieve me. I stood on the firm land! The Hermit stepped forth from the boat. But I nor spake nor stirred. Who now doth crazy go. Which forced me to begin my tale. holy man!' The Hermit crossed his brow. And all was still. save that the hill Was telling of the sound. 'Ha! ha!' quoth he. all in my own countree. where sank the ship. The boat came close beneath the ship. I moved my lips--the Pilot shrieked And fell down in a fit. The holy Hermit raised his eyes. The ship went down like lead. And scarcely he could stand. 'full plain I see. I took the oars: the Pilot's boy. And straight a sound was heard. 'Say quick. The boat spun round and round.Said the Hermit cheerily. But swift as dreams. Like one that hath been seven days drowned My body lay afloat. . 'O shrieve me. it split the bay. The Devil knows how to row.

This heart within me burns. Since then. like night. I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach. And all together pray. who loveth best All things both great and small. O sweeter than the marriage-feast. Old men. and babes. farewell! but this I tell To thee. that God himself Scarce seem'ed there to be. That agony returns: And till my ghastly tale is told. at an uncertain hour. While each to his great Father bends. To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company!-To walk together to the kirk. What loud uproar bursts from that door! The wedding-guests are there: But in the garden-bower the bride And bride-maids singing are: And hark the little vesper bell. Is gone: and now the Wedding-Guest . He prayeth best. whose eye is bright. He made and loveth all. who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. That moment that his face I see. The Mariner.And then it left me free. 'Tis sweeter far to me. from land to land. For the dear God who loveth us. Which biddeth me to prayer! O Wedding-Guest! this soul hath been Alone on a wide wide sea: So lonely 'twas. I pass. Whose beard with age is hoar. I have strange power of speech. and loving friends And youths and maidens gay! Farewell. thou Wedding-Guest! He prayeth well.

He went like one that hath been stunned.Turned from the bridegroom's door. . And is of sense forlorn: A sadder and a wiser man. He rose the morrow morn. This poem is one of many published by the EServer. a non-profit collective of students and faculty at Iowa State University.

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