VII.
t good lives in t wood
o the Sea.
voice he rears!
o talk h Marineres
t come from a far Contree.
morn and noon and eve--
h a cushion plump:
It is t wholly hides
tted old Oak-stump.
t nerd: I alk,
quot;range, I trow!
quot;s so many and fair
quot;t signal made but now?
quot;Strange, by my fait; t said--
quot;And t our cheer.
quot;those sails
quot;hey are and sere!
quot;I never sahem
quot;Unless perc were
quot;tons of leaves t lag
quot;My forest brook along:
quot;od is h snow,
quot;And t he wolf below
quot;t eats the she-wolfs young.
quot;Dear Lord! it ;--
(t made reply)
quot;I am a-feard.--quot;Pus;
Said t cheerily.
t came closer to the Ship,
But I ne spake ne stirrd!
t came close beneathe Ship,
And strait a sound was heard!
Under ter it rumbled on,
Still louder and more dread:
It reac split the bay;
t down like lead.
Stunnd by t loud and dreadful sound,
e:
Like one t h been seven days drownd
My body lay a?oat:
But, s as dreams, myself I found
its boat.
Upon the Ship,
t spun round and round:
And all ill, save t the hill
as telling of the sound.
I movd my lips: t shriekd
And fell do.
t raisd his eyes
And prayd w.
I took ts boy,
h crazy go,
Laughe while
to and fro,
quot;; quot;full plain I see,
quot;to ro;
And noree
I stood on the ?rm land!
t steppd fort,
And scarcely and.
quot;O s;
t crossd his brow--
quot;Say quick,quot; quot;I bid thee say
quot; manner man art t;
Forthis frame of mine was wrenchd
ith a woeful agony,
o begin my tale
And t left me free.
Since t an uncertain hour,
Noimes and now fewer,
t anguisell
My gly aventure.
I pass, like nigo land;
I range power of speech;
t t his face I see
I kno must hear me;
to ale I teach.
loud uproar bursts from t door!
ts are there;
But in the Bride
And Bride-maids singing are:
And tle Vesper-bell
o prayer.
O edding-guest! th been
Alone on a wide wide sea:
So lonely t God himself
Scarce seemed to be.
O ser t,
tis ser far to me
to ogeto the Kirk
ith a goodly company.
to ogeto the Kirk
And all together pray,
o father bends,
Old men, and babes, and loving friends,
And Youths, and Maidens gay.
Fare tell
to t!
h well
Bot.
w,
All t and small:
For th us,
h all.
t,
h age is hoar,
Is gone; and no
turnd from the bridegrooms door.
, like one t unnd
And is of sense forlorn:
A sadder and a wiser man
he morrow morn.