Journeys Through Bookland Volume Vii Part 5

The ice did split with a thunder-fit; The helmsman steered us through.

[Ill.u.s.tration: I SHOT THE ALBATROSS]

"And a good south wind sprung up behind;[34-12]

The Albatross did follow, And every day, for food or play, Came to the mariner's hollo!

"In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud, It perched for vespers nine; Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white, Glimmered the white moons.h.i.+ne."

"G.o.d save thee, ancient Mariner, From the fiends that plague thee thus!-- Why look'st thou so?"--"With my cross-bow I shot the Albatross."

PART II

"The Sun now rose upon the right:[34-13]

Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea.

"And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day for food or play Came to the mariner's hollo!

"And I had done a h.e.l.lish thing, And it would work 'em woe: For all averred I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow,-- Ah wretch! said they, the bird to slay, That made the breeze to blow.

"Nor dim, nor red, like G.o.d's own head, The glorious Sun uprist:[35-14]

Then all averred I had killed the bird That brought the fog and mist.

'Twas right, said they, such birds to slay, That bring the fog and mist.[35-15]

"The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew, The furrow followed free;[35-16]

We were the first that ever burst Into that silent sea.

"Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt down, 'Twas sad as sad could be; And we did speak only to break The silence of the sea!

"All in a hot and copper sky, The b.l.o.o.d.y Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand,[35-17]

No bigger than the Moon.[35-18]

"Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted s.h.i.+p Upon a painted ocean.

"Water, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, everywhere, Nor any drop to drink.

"The very deep did rot: O Christ!

That ever this should be!

Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea.

"About, about, in reel and rout[36-19]

The death-fires[36-20] danced at night; The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue, and white.

"And some in dreams a.s.sured were Of the Spirit that plagued us so; Nine fathom deep he had followed us From the land of mist and snow.

"And every tongue, through utter drought, Was withered at the root; We could not speak, no more than if We had been choked with soot.

"Ah! well a day! what evil looks Had I from old and young!

Instead of the cross, the Albatross About my neck was hung.[36-21]

PART III

"There pa.s.sed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye.

A weary time! a weary time!

How glazed each weary eye!

When looking westward, I beheld A something in the sky.

"At first it seemed a little speck, And then it seemed a mist: It moved and moved, and took at last A certain shape, I wist.[37-22]

"A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist!

And still it neared and neared: As if it dodged a water-sprite, It plunged, and tacked, and veered.

"With throats unslaked, with black lips baked We could not laugh nor wail; Through utter drought all dumb we stood!

I bit my arm, I sucked the blood, And cried, A sail! a sail!

"With throats unslaked, with black lips baked, Agape they heard me call: Gramercy![37-23] they for joy did grin,[37-24]

And all at once their breath drew in, As they were drinking all.

[Ill.u.s.tration: AND STRAIGHT THE SUN WAS FLECKED WITH BARS]

"See! see! (I cried) she tacks no more!

Hither to work us weal; Without a breeze, without a tide, She steadies with upright keel!

"The western wave was all a-flame, The day was well-nigh done!

Almost upon the western wave Rested the broad, bright Sun; When that strange shape drove suddenly Betwixt us and the Sun.

"And straight the Sun was flecked with bars, (Heaven's Mother send us grace!) As if through a dungeon grate he peered With broad and burning face.

"Alas! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How fast she nears and nears!

Are those her sails that glance in the Sun, Like restless gossameres?[39-25]

"Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate?

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, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was as white as leprosy, The Night-mare Life-in-Death was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold.

"The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were casting dice; 'The game is done! I've won, I've won!'[39-26]

Quoth she, and whistles thrice.

"The Sun's rim dips: the stars rush out: At one stride comes the dark;[40-27]

With far-heard whisper, o'er the sea, Off shot the spectre-bark.

"We listened and looked sideways up!

Fear at my heart, as at a cup, My life-blood seemed to sip!

The stars were dim, and thick the night, The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white; From the sails the dew did drip-- Till clomb[40-28] above the eastern bar The horned Moon,[40-29] with one bright star Within the nether tip.