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СКАЧАТЬ Albatross fell off, and sank

      Like lead into the sea.

       The spell begins to break.

      PART V

      ‘Oh sleep! it is a gentle thing,

      Beloved from pole to pole!

      To Mary Queen the praise be given!

      She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven,

      That slid into my soul.

      The silly buckets on the deck,

      That had so long remained,

      I dreamt that they were filled with dew;

      And when I awoke, it rained.

       By grace of the holy Mother, the ancient Mariner is refreshed with rain.

      My lips were wet, my throat was cold,

      My garments all were dank;

      Sure I had drunken in my dreams,

      And still my body drank.

      I moved, and could not feel my limbs:

      I was so light—almost

      I thought that I had died in sleep,

      And was a blesséd ghost.

      And soon I heard a roaring wind:

      It did not come anear;

      But with its sound it shook the sails,

      That were so thin and sere.

       He heareth sounds and seeth strange sights and commotions in the sky and the element.

      The upper air burst into life!

      And a hundred fire-flags sheen,

      To and fro they were hurried about!

      And to and fro, and in and out,

      The wan stars danced between.

      And the coming wind did roar more loud,

      And the sails did sigh like sedge;

      And the rain poured down from one black

      cloud;

      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,

      A river steep and wide.

      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.

       The bodies of the ship’s crew are inspired and the ship moves on;

      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;

      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.

      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.

      ‘I fear thee, ancient Mariner!’

      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:

       But not by the souls of the men, nor by dæmons of earth or middle air, but by a blessed troop of angelic spirits, sent down by the invocation of the guardian saint.

      For when it dawned—they dropped their arms,

      And clustered round the mast;

      Sweet sounds rose slowly through their mouths,

      And from their bodies passed.

      Around, around, flew each sweet sound,

      Then darted to the Sun;

      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,

      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,

      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,

      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,

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