THE POEMS OF COLERIDGE AND ILLUSTRATIONS BY GERALD METCALFE, 2nd PART

 

AND EVERY DAY, FOR FOOD OR PLAY, CAME TO THE MARINER'S HOLLO  

DAY AFTER DAY, DAY AFTER DAY, WE STUCK, NOR BREATH NOR MOTION

"THE GAME IS DONE! I'VE WON, I'VE WON!"

THE SELF-SAME MOMENT I COULD PRAY

THE BODY AND I PULLED AT ONE ROPE, BUT HE SAID NOUGHT TO ME

A MAN ALL LIGHT, A SERAPH MAN, ON EVERY CORSE THERE STOOD

THE HOLY HERMIT RAISED HIS EYES, AND PRAYED WHERE HE DID SIT

ON AS I STRODE WITH MY HUGE STRIDES

ROUND AND ROUND FLEW THE RAVEN AND CAWED TO THE BLAST.

THERE SHE SEES A DAMSEL BRIGHT, DRESSED IN A SILKEN ROBE OF WHITE

CHRISTABEL, WITH MIGHT AND MAIN, LIFTED HER UP, A WEARY WEIGHT

PUTS ON HER SILKEN VESTMENTS WHITE, AND TRICKS HER HAIR IN LOVELY PLIGHT

THE VASSAL'S SPEECH, HIS TAUNTING VEIN, IT THRILL'D LIKE VENOM THRO' HER BRAIN

BOCCACCIO'S GARDEN AND ITS FAERY