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The Mariner hath been cast into a trance; for the angelic power causeth the vessel to drive northward faster than human life could endure.
But why drives on that ship so fast,
The air is cut away before,
first voice
Without or wave or wind?
second voice
And closes from behind.
Fly, brother, fly! more high, more high!
Or we shall be belated:
For slow and slow that ship will go,
When the Mariner's trance is abated."
The supernatural motion is retarded; the Mariner awakes, and his penance begins anew.I woke, and we were sailing on
As in a gentle weather:
'Twas night, calm night, the moon was high;
The dead men stood together.
All stood together on the deck,
For a charnel-dungeon fitter:
All fixed on me their stony eyes,
That in the Moon did glitter.
