SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE

��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?"

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.

All stood together on the deck, For a charnel-dungeon fitter: All fix'd on me their stony eyes, That in the Moon did glitter.

The pang, the curse, with which they died. Had never pass'd 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 look'd far forth, yet little saw

Of what had else been seen

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

��Tbe super natural motion is retarded ; the Mariner awakes, and his penance begins anew.

��The curse is finally expiated.

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