SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE

Like one that on a lonesome road

Doth walk in fear and dread,

And having once turn'd 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 fann'd my cheek Like a meadow-gale of spring It mingled strangely with my fears, Yet it felt like a welcoming.

Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sail'd softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze On me alone it blew.

And the ancient O dream of joy ! is this indeed

Mariner be- mi 1-11 T i

holdethhis The lighthouse top I see ?

native country. j g thig ^ hm ? j g this the kirk ?

Is this mine own countree ?

We drifted o'er the harbour-bar, And I with sobs did pray O let me be awake, my God ! Or let me sleep alway.

The harbour-bay was clear as glass, So smoothly it was strewn ! And on the bay the moonlight lay, And the shadow of the Moon.

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