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But, swift as dreams, myself I found
Within the Pilot's boat.
Upon the whirl, where sank the Shipy..
The boat spun round and round: And all was still, save that the hill
Was telling of the sound.
I mov'd my lips : the Pilot shriek'd ..
And fell down in a fit.
And pray'd where he did sit.
I took the oars : the Pilot's boy,
Who now doth crazy go,
His eyes went to and fro,
“ The devil knows how to row.”
And now all in mine own Countrée :
I stood on the firm land!
And scarcely he could stand.
“O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy Man!"
The Hermit cross'd his browSay quick," quoth he, I bid thee say “ What manner man art thou ?.
Forthwith this frame of mind was wrenchd
With a woeful agony,
And then it left me free.
Since then at an uncertain hour,
That agency returns ;
This heart within me burns.
I pass, like night, from land to land;
I have strange power of speech;
To him my tale I teach.
What loud uproar bursts from that door!
The Wedding-guests are there ; But in the Garden-bower the Bride
And Bride-maids singing are : And hark the little Vesper-bell
Which biddeth me to prayer.
OWedding-guest ! this soul: hath been
Alone on a wide wide sea :
Scarce seemed there to be.
O sweeter than the Marriage-feast,
'Tis sweeter far to me To walk together to the Kirk
With a goodly company.
To walk together to the Kirk
And all together pray, While each to his great father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends,
And Youths, and Maidens gay.
Farewell, farewell! but this I tell.
To thee, thou wedding-guest ! He prayeth well who loveth well
Both man and bird and beast.
He prayeth best who loveth best:
All things both great and small : For the dear God, who loveth us,
He made and loveth all.