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.