SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE
The rock shone bright, the kirk no less That stands above the rock: The moonlight steep'd in silentness The steady weathercock.
��And the bay was white with silent light Till rising from the same, Full many shapes, that shadows were, In crimson colours came.
A little distance from the prow
Those crimson shadows were
I turned my eyes upon the deck
Each corse lay flat, lifeless and flat, And, by the holy rood' A man all light, a seraph-man, On every corse there stood.
This seraph-band, each waved his hand: It was a heavenly sight' They stood as signals to the land, Each one a lovely light;
This seraph-band, each waved his hand, No voice did they impart No voice, but O, the silence sank Like music on my heart.
But soon I heard the dash of oars,
1 heard the Pilot's cheer,
My head was turn'd perforce away, And I saw a boat appear.
��The angelic spirits leave the dead bodies,
��And appear in their own forms of light
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