The Rime of the Ancient Mariner and Other Poems. Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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      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.

      The sails at noon left off their tune,

      And the ship stood still also.

       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.

      The Sun, right up above the mast,

      Had fixed her to the ocean:

      But in a minute she ’gan stir,

      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:

      It flung the blood into my head,

      And I fell down in a swound.

      How long in that same fit I lay,

      I have not to declare;

      But ere my living life returned,

      I heard and in my soul discerned

      Two voices in the air.

       The Polar Spirit’s fellow-dæmons, 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.

      ‘Is it he?’ quoth one, ‘Is this the man?

      By him who died on cross,

      With his cruel bow he laid full low

      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.’

      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,

      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;

      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

      She looketh down on him.’

      FIRST VOICE

      ‘But why drives on that ship so fast,

      Without or wave or wind?’

       The Mariner hath been cast into a trance; for the angelic power causeth the vessel to drive northward faster than human life could endure.

      SECOND VOICE

      ‘The air is cut away before,

      And closes from behind.

      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.’

      I woke, and we were sailing on

      As in a gentle weather:

      ’Twas night, calm night, the moon was high;

      The dead men stood together.

       The supernatural motion is retarded; the Mariner awakes, and his penance begins anew.

      All stood together on the deck,

      For a charnel-dungeon fitter:

      All fixed on me their stony eyes,

      That in the Moon did glitter.

      The pang, the curse, with which they died,

      Had never passed away:

      I could not draw my eyes from theirs,

      Nor turn them up to pray.

      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—

       The curse is finally expiated.

      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

      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.

      It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek

      Like a meadow-gale of spring—

      It mingled strangely СКАЧАТЬ