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Elective English—IV




                    Notes          The planks looked warped! and see those sails,
                                   How thin they are and sere!
                                   I never saw aught like to them,
                                   Unless perchance it were

                                   Brown skeletons of leaves that lag
                                   My forest-brook along;
                                   When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow,
                                   And the owlet whoops to the wolf below,
                                   That eats the she-wolf’s young.’

                                   ‘Dear Lord! it hath a fiendish look—
                                   (The Pilot made reply)
                                   I am a-feared’—’Push on, push on!’
                                   Said the Hermit cheerily.

                                   The boat came closer to the ship,
                                   But I nor spake nor stirred;
                                   The boat came close beneath the ship,
                                   And straight a sound was heard.

                                   Under the water it rumbled on,
                                   Still louder and more dread:
                                   It reached the ship, it split the bay;
                                   The ship went down like lead.

                                   Stunned by that loud and dreadful sound,
                                   Which sky and ocean smote,
                                   Like one that hath been seven days drowned
                                   My body lay afloat;
                                   But swift as dreams, myself I found
                                   Within the Pilot’s boat.

                                   Upon the whirl, where sank the ship,
                                   The boat spun round and round;
                                   And all was still, save that the hill
                                   Was telling of the sound.

                                   I moved my lips—the Pilot shrieked
                                   And fell down in a fit;
                                   The holy Hermit raised his eyes,
                                   And prayed where he did sit.

                                   I took the oars: the Pilot’s boy,
                                   Who now doth crazy go,
                                   Laughed loud and long, and all the while
                                   His eyes went to and fro.
                                   ‘Ha! ha!’ quoth he, ‘full plain I see,
                                   The Devil knows how to row.’

                                   And now, all in my own countree,
                                   I stood on the firm land!




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