Approacheth the ship with wonder. The ship suddenly sinketh. The ancient saved in the 'Strange, by my faith!' the Hermit said— 'And they answered not our cheer! The planks look warped! and see those sails, I never saw aught like to them, Unless perchance it were 'Brown skeletons of leaves that lag My forest-brook along; When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow, And the owlet whoops to the wolf below, "Dear Lord! it hath a fiendish look- I am a-feared.'-'Push on, push on!' Said the Hermit cheerily. "The boat came closer to the ship, The boat came close beneath the ship, "Under the water it rumbled on, It reached the ship, it split the bay; "Stunned by that loud and dreadful sound, Like one that hath been seven days drowned But swift as dreams, myself I found Within the Pilot's boat. "Upon the whirl, where sank the ship, The boat spun round and round; "I moved my lips-the Pilot shrieked And fell down in a fit; The holy Hermit raised his eyes, And prayed where he did sit. "I took the oars: the Pilot's boy, Who now doth crazy go, Laughed loud and long, and all the while His eyes went to and fro. 'Ha! ha!' quoth he, 'full plain I see The Devil knows how to row.' "And now, all in my own countree, I stood on the firm land! The Hermit stepped forth from the boat, "O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!' The Hermit crossed his brow. 'Say quick,' quoth he, 'I bid thee sayWhat manner of man art thou?' "Forthwith this frame of mine was wrenched Which forced me to begin my tale; "Since then, at an uncertain hour, And till my ghastly tale is told, "I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach. "What loud uproar bursts from that door! The wedding-guests are there: But in the garden-bower the bride And bride-maids singing are: The ancient Mariner earnestly entreateth the Hermit to shrieve him; and the penance of life falls on him. And ever and anon throughout his future life an agony constraineth him to travel from land to land; And to teach, by his own example, love and reverence to all things that God made and loveth. And hark, the little vesper bell, "O Wedding-Guest! this soul hath been So lonely 'twas, that God Himself "O sweeter than the marriage-feast, 'Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! "To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, "Farewell, farewell! but this I tell "He prayeth best, who loveth best The Mariner, whose eye is bright, Is gone: and now the Wedding-Guest He went like one that hath been stunned, And is of sense forlorn: A sadder and a wiser man He rose the morrow morn. Samuel Taylor Coleridge [1772-1834] THE DREAM OF EUGENE ARAM 'Twas in the prime of summer time, An evening calm and cool, And four-and-twenty happy boys Came bounding out of school: There were some that ran and some that leaped, Like troutlets in a pool. Away they sped with gamesome minds, And souls untouched by sin; To a level mead they came, and there Like sportive deer they coursed about, Turning to mirth all things of earth, As only boyhood can; But the Usher sat remote from all, A melancholy man! His hat was off, his vest apart, To catch heaven's blessed breeze; For a burning thought was in his brow, And his bosom ill at ease: So he leaned his head on his hands, and read The book between his knees. Leaf after leaf, he turned it o'er, Nor ever glanced aside, For the peace of his soul he read that book In the golden eventide: Much study had made him very lean, And pale, and leaden-eyed. At last he shut the ponderous tome, He strained the dusky covers close, "Oh, God! could I so close my mind, Then leaping on his feet upright, And past a shady nook, And, lo! he saw a little boy That pored upon a book. "My gentle lad, what is't you read— Romance or fairy fable? Or is it some historic page, Of kings and crowns unstable?" The young boy gave an upward glance,— "It is "The Death of Abel."" The Usher took six hasty strides, And down he sat beside the lad, And, long since then, of bloody men, Of lonely folk cut off unseen, And how the sprites of injured men And unknown facts of guilty acts Are seen in dreams from God! |