"This seraph-band, each waved his hand: It was a heavenly sight! They stood as signals to the land, "This seraph-band, each waved his hand, No voice did they impart― No voice; but oh! the silence sank "But soon I heard the dash of oars, 500 "The Pilot and the Pilot's boy, "I saw a third-I heard his voice: He singeth loud his godly hymns He'll shrieve my soul,2 he'll wash away PART VII 510 "What loud uproar bursts from that door! The wedding-guests are there: But in the garden-bower the bride "O Wedding-Guest! this soul hath been Alone on a wide wide sea: So lonely 'twas, that God himself "O sweeter than the marriage-feast, "To walk together to the kirk, 600 While each to his great Father bends, "Farewell, farewell! but this I tell "He prayeth best, who loveth best 610 The Mariner, whose eye is bright, He went like one that hath been stunned, A sadder and a wiser man, He rose the morrow morn. (1798) 2 forlorn. Deprived. |