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richard burton & david moore - the rime of the ancient mariner - part v lyrics

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oh sleep! it is a gentle thing
beloved from pole to pole!
to mary queen the praise be given!
she sent the gentle sleep from heaven
that slid into my soul

the silly buckets on the deck
that had so long remained
i dreamt that they were filled with dew;
and when i awoke, it rained

my lips were wet, my throat was cold
my garments all were dank;
sure i had drunken in my dreams
and still my body drank

i moved, and could not feel my limbs:
i was so light—almost
i thought that i had diеd in sleep
and was a blessed ghost

and soon i heard a roaring wind:
it did not comе anear;
but with its sound it shook the sails
that were so thin and sere
the upper air burst into life!
and a hundred fire+flags sheen
to and fro they were hurried about!
and to and fro, and in and out
the wan stars danced between

and the coming wind did roar more loud
and the sails did sigh like sedge
and the rain poured down from one black cloud;
the moon was at its edge

the thick black cloud was cleft, and still
the moon was at its side:
like waters shot from some high crag
the lightning fell with never a jag
a river steep and wide

the loud wind never reached the ship
yet now the ship moved on!
beneath the lightning and the moon
the dead men gave a groan

they groaned, they stirred, they all uprose
nor spake, nor moved their eyes;
it had been strange, even in a dream
to have seen those dead men rise
the helmsman steered, the ship moved on;
yet never a breeze up+blew;
the mariners all ‘gan work the ropes
where they were won’t to do;
they raised their limbs like lifeless tools—
we were a ghastly crew

the body of my brother’s son
stood by me, knee to knee:
the body and i pulled at one rope
but he said nought to me

‘i fear thee, ancient mariner!’
be calm, thou wedding+guest!
’twas not those souls that fled in pain
which to their corses came again
but a troop of spirits blest:

for when it dawned—they dropped their arms
and cl+stered round the mast;
sweet sounds rose slowly through their mouths
and from their bodies passed

around, around, flew each sweet sound
then darted to the sun;
slowly the sounds came back again
now mixed, now one by one
sometimes a+dropping from the sky
i heard the sky+lark sing;
sometimes all little birds that are
how they seemed to fill the sea and air
with their sweet jargoning!

and now ’twas like all instruments
now like a lonely flute;
and now it is an angel’s song
that makes the heavens be mute

it ceased; yet still the sails made on
a pleasant noise till noon
a noise like of a hidden brook
in the leafy month of june
that to the sleeping woods all night
singeth a quiet tune

till noon we quietly sailed on
yet never a breeze did breathe:
slowly and smoothly went the ship
moved onward from beneath

under the keel nine fathom deep
from the land of mist and snow
the spirit slid: and it was he
that made the ship to go
the sails at noon left off their tune
and the ship stood still also

the sun, right up above the mast
had fixed her to the ocean:
but in a minute she ‘gan stir
with a short uneasy motion—
backwards and forwards half her length
with a short uneasy motion

then like a pawing horse let go
she made a sudden bound:
it flung the blood into my head
and i fell down in a swound

how long in that same fit i lay
i have not to declare;
but ere my living life returned
i heard and in my soul discerned
two voices in the air

‘is it he?’ quoth one, ‘is this the man?
by him who died on cross
with his cruel bow he laid full low
the harmless albatross

the spirit who bideth by himself
in the land of mist and snow
he loved the bird that loved the man
who shot him with his bow.’

the other was a softer voice
as soft as honey+dew:
quoth he, ‘the man hath penance done
and penance more will do.’

- richard burton david moore lyrics

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