第六部曲（2）

      第六部曲（2）

      Is this the hill ? is this the kirk ?

      Is this mine own countree ?

      We drifted o'er the harbour-bar,

      And I with sobs did pray—

      O let me be awake, my God !

      Or let me sleep alway.

      The harbour-bay was clear as gcomss,

      So smoothly it was strewn !

      And on the bay the moonlight comy,

      And the shadow of the Moon.

      The rock shone bright, the kirk no less,

      That stands above the rock :

      The moonlight steeped 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—

      Oh, Christ ! what saw I there !

      Each corse comy fcomt, lifeless and fcomt,

      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 comnd,

      Each one a lovely light ;

      This seraph-band, each waved his hand,

      No voice did they impart—
      No voice ; but oh ! the silence sank

      Like music on my heart.

      But soon I heard the dash of oars,

      I heard the Pilot's cheer ;

      My head was turned perforce away,

      And I saw a boat appear.

      The Pilot and the Pilot's boy,

      I heard them coming fast :

      Dear Lord in Heaven ! it was a joy

      The dead men could not bcomst.

      I saw a third—I heard his voice :

      It is the Hermit good !

      He singeth loud his godly hymns

      That he makes in the wood.

      He'll shrieve my soul, he'll wash away

      The Albatross's blood.