A book of English poetry; ed. by T. Shorter

l'O.DI8 o• UIAOIMATION UD J'AJIICT. 10~

PARTVl.

Firat Voice.

.. • But tell me, tell me I apeak again,
Thy soft reapon11e renewing-
What makes that ship drive on eo fa.tt.'
What ia tbe ocean doing 1'

Becolld Voice.

"^1 Still as a slave before his lord,

The oce:m hath no blast;

Hie great briJtht eye most silently

Up to the Moon ie east-

..^1 If he may know which way to go;
For abe guides him smooth or grim.
See, brother, see! how graciously
She looketb down on him.'

Yint Voioe.

"'But "hy drives on that ship 10 f&at 1

Without or wave or wind 1

Second Voioe,

•• 'The air ie cut away before,

.ADd closes from behind.

u 'Fly, brother, fly! more high, more high I

Or we ehall be belated :

F or slo" and alow that ship 'IViU go,

When the Mariner's trance ia abated.'

• I '!Voke, and we were BAiling on
  .As in 11. gentle weather :
  'Twu night, ealm night, the moon wu high ;
  The dead men stood together.

"All etood together on the deok,

For a chamel-<lnngeon fitter :

All fix'd on me their stony eyee,

That in the Moon did glitu!r.

"The pnng, the curse, with which the;y died,

Had never paaa'd away :

I conlrl not draw my eyea from tbein,

Nor turn them up to pn.y.