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I saw a third-I heard his voice :
It is the Hermit good!
That he makes in the wood.
He'll shrieve my soul, he 'll wash away
The Albatross's blood.
“ This Hermit good lives in that wood
Which slopes down to the Sea. How loudly his sweet voice he rears! He loves to talk with Mariners
That come from a far countrée.
He kneels at morn and noon and eve
He hath a cushion plump:
The rotted old Oak-stump.
The Skiff-boat ner'd: I heard them talk,
Why, this is strange, I trow!
That signal made but now ?'
Strange, by my faith !' the Hermit said
* And they answered not our cheer. The planks look warped, and see those sails
How thin they are and sere ! I never saw aught like to them
Unless perchance it were
The 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
That eats the she-wolf's young.'
• Dear Lord! it has a fiendish look
(The pilot made reply) I am a-feared.'— Push on, push on!'
Said the Hermit cheerily.
The Boat came closer to the Ship,
But I nor spake nor stirred:
And straight a sound was heard.
Under the water it rumbled on,
Still louder and more dread :
It reached the ship, it split the bay ;
The ship went down like lead.
Stunned by that loud and dreadful sound,
Which sky and ocean smote, Like one that hath been seven days drowned
My body lay afloat:
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, And all was still, saye that the hill
Was telling of the sound.
I moved my lips: the Pilot shrieked
And fell down in a fit.
And prayed where he did sit.
I took the oars : the Pilot's boy,
Who now doth crazy go, Laughed loud and lorg, and all the while
His eyes went to and fro, * Ha! ha!' quoth he-' full plain I see,
The devil knows how to row.'