Sure I had drunken in my dreams

The upper air bursts into life,

With a short uneasy motion--

To have seen those dead men rise.

It ?ung the blood into my head,

But ere my living life returnd,

It ceasd: yet still the sails made on

"For that, which comes out of thine eye, doth make

And the Moon is at its edge.

My lips were wet, my throat was cold,

"My body and soul to be still."

And the Moon is at its side:

With a short uneasy motion.

And was a blessed Ghost.

"Marinere! thou hast thy will:

I heard and in my soul discernd

Slowly the sounds came back again

Hark! hark! the thick black cloud is cleft,

The sails do sigh, like sedge:

Never sadder tale was heard

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How frightful it would be!

Thoult rise to morrow morn.

"The harmless Albatross.

Singeth a quiet tune.

I thought that I had died in sleep,

Now like a lonely ?ute;

Stood by me knee to knee:

And when I awoke it raind.

To Mary-queen the praise be yeven

A river steep and wide.

And clusterd round the mast:

Till moon we silently saild on

Never sadder tale was told

The body and I pulld at one rope,

As soft as honey-dew:

It had been strange, even in a dream

Then, like a pawing horse let go,

That were so thin and sere.

I have not to declare;

My garments all were dank;

Sometimes all little birds that are

The dead men gave a groan.

"Is it he?" quoth one, "九*九*藏*書Is this the man?

How long in that same ?t I lay,

Like waters shot from some high crag,

Had ?xd her to the ocean:

We were a ghastly crew.

And the Ship stood still also.

By a man of woman born:

That to the sleeping woods all night

The Marineres all gan work the ropes,

And now it is an angels song

In the leafy month of June,

Under the keel nine fathom deep

That makes the heavens be mute.

It did not come anear;

And droppd down, like a stone!

From the land of mist and snow

The other was a softer voice,

That made the Ship to go.

How they seemd to ?ll the sea and air

They groand, they stirrd, they all uprose,

Listen, O listen, thou Wedding-guest!

The sails at noon left off their tune

And a hundhttps://read.99csw.comred ?re-?ags sheen

The silly buckets on the deck

O sleep, it is a gentle thing

A pleasant noise till noon,

But in a minute she gan stir

"With his cruel bow he layd full low

The Marineres all returnd to work

Two voices in the air,

I was so light, almost

The body of my brothers son

Sweet sounds rose slowly thro their mouths

The stars dance on between.

Slowly and smoothly went the ship

Yet never a breeze up-blew;

She made a sudden bound:

To and fro they are hurried about;

Ne spake, ne movd their eyes:

A noise like of a hidden brook

The Marineres all gan pull the ropes,

And still my body drank.

The rain pours down from one black cloud

Sadder and wiser thou wedding-guest!

Quoth he the man 九_九_藏_書hath penance done,

And now twas like all instruments,

But look at me they nold:

Yet never a breeze did breathe:

And to and fro, and in and out

The sun right up above the mast

The coming wind doth roar more loud;

Where they were wont to do:

Backwards and forwards half her length

And from their bodies passd.

With their sweet jargoning,

The lightning falls with never a jag

And I quakd to think of my own voice

The day-light dawnd--they droppd their arms,

They raisd their limbs like lifeless tools--

But he said nought to me--

That had so long remaind,

As silent as beforne.

"The spirit who bideth by himself

But with its sound it shook the sails

"He lovd the bird that lovd the man

Then darted to th九*九*藏*書e sun:

"Who shot him with his bow."

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Beneath the lightning and the moon

And penance more will do.

The strong wind reachd the ship: it roard

I movd and could not feel my limbs,

I heard the Lavrock sing;

That slid into my soul.

"By him who died on cross,

Around, around, ?ew each sweet sound,

She sent the gentle sleep from heaven

The helmsman steerd, the ship movd on;

They cannot me behold.

"In the land of mist and snow,

To a man of woman born:

The spirit slid: and it was He

Thought I, I am as thin as air--

I dreamt that they were ?lld with dew

The roaring wind! it roard far off,

And I fell into a swound.

Belovd from pole to pole!

Sometimes a dropping from the sky