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 If he may know which way to go; For she guides him smooth or grim. See, brother, see! how graciously She looketh down on him."

First Voice:

"But why drives on that ship so fast, Without or wave or wind?"

Second Voice:

"The air is cut away before, And closes from behind.

Fly, brother, fly! more high, more high! Or we shall be belated: For slow and slow that ship will go, When the Mariner's trance is abated.'

I woke, and we were sailing on As in a gentle weather: 'Twas night, calm night, the Moon was high; The dead men stood together.

All stood together on the deck, For a charnel-dungeon fitter: All fix'd on me their stony eyes, That in the Moon did glitter.

The pang, the curse, with which they died. Had never pass'd away: I could not draw my eyes from theirs, Nor turn them up to pray.

And now this spell was snapt: once more I viewed the ocean green, And look'd far forth, yet little saw Of what had else been seen—