They groan'd, they stirr'd, they all uprose, It had been strange, even in a dream, To have seen those dead men rise. The helmsman steer'd, the ship moved on ; Yet never a breeze up-blew; The mariners all 'gan work the ropes, Where they were won't to do: They raised their limbs like lifeless tools We were a ghastly crew. The body of my brother's son Stood by me, knee to knee : The body and I pull'd at one rope, But he said nought to me. I fear thee, ancient Mariner!" "Be calm, thou Wedding-Guest! 'Twas not those souls that fled in pain, Which to their corses came again, But a troop of spirits blest: For when it dawn'd—they dropp'd their arms, Sweet sounds rose slowly through their mouths, *This stanza continues thus in the edition of 1798: The subsequent stanza was added in the edition of 1800.-Ed. The day light dawn'd.-1798. |