The golden barriers, And laid her face between her hands, And wept. (I heard her tears.) DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT PART I T is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three, "By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp'st thou me? "The Bridegroom's doors are opened wide, And I am next of kin; The guests are met, the feast is set; He holds him with his skinny hand, "There was a ship," quoth he. "Hold off! unhand me, gray-beard loon!" Eftsoons his hand dropped he. He holds him with his glittering eye- And listens like a three-years' child; The Wedding-Guest sat on a stone; He cannot choose but hear; And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Mariner. "The ship was cheered, the harbor cleared, Merrily did we drop Below the kirk, below the hill, Below the lighthouse top. The Sun came up upon the left Out of the sea came he! And he shone bright, and on the right The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast, For he heard the loud bassoon. The bride hath paced into the hall, Nodding their heads before her goes The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast, And thus spake on that ancient man, "And now the storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong; He struck with his o'ertaking wings, With sloping masts and dipping prow, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled. And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold; And ice, mast high, came floating by, As green as emerald. And through the drifts the snowy cliffs Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken- The ice was here, the ice was there, It cracked and growled, and roared and howled, Like noises in a swound! At length did cross an Albatross; As if it had been a Christian soul, It ate the food it ne'er had eat, And a good south wind sprung up behind; And every day, for food or play, Came to the mariners' hollo! In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud, It perched for vespers nine; Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white, Glimmered the white moon-shine." "God save thee, ancient Mariner! |