SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE
The Polar How long in that same fit I lay,
Spirit's fellow T , , ,
demons, the I have not to declare ; iif I fli" Iub11 ' But ere my living life returned, ar?m his ake l hcard > and in m 7 soul discern'd
��wrong and -f WQ vo j ces J n the air.
two or them relate, one to
the other, that l s lt nc ?" quoth one, "is this the man ?
ptnince long *
and heavy for By Him who died on cross,
M inner hath With his cruel bow he laid full low
bten accoided ,_,. . . ...
to tht Polar The harmless Albatross.
Spirit, who
southward The Spnit who bideth by himself
In the land of mist and snow, He loved the bird that loved the man Who shot him with his bow."
The other was a softer voice,
As soft as honey-dew
Quoth he, "The man hath penance done,
And penance more will do."
��PART VI
First Voice-
- "But tell me, tell me' speak again,
Thy soft response renewing What makes that ship drive on so fast? What is the Ocean doing?"
Second Voice
"Still as a slave before his lord, The Ocean hath no blast; His great bright eye most silently Up to the Moon is cast
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