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The twilight deep;—the mariners in dread Cast anchor when they saw new rocks around

them spread.

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And when they saw one sitting on a crag, They sent a boat to me;—the sailors rowed In awe through many a new and fearful jag Of overhanging rock, thro' which there flowed The foam of streams that cannot make abode. They came and questioned me, but when they

heard My voice, they became silent, and they stood And moved as men in whom new love had

stirred Deep thoughts : so to the ship we passed with

out a word.


I SATE beside the steersman then, and

gazing Upon the west, cried, • Spread the sails ! be

hold! The sinking moon is like a watch-tower

blazing Over the mountains yet ;-the City of Gold Yon Cape alone does from the sight withhold; The stream is fleet — the north breathes

steadily Beneath the stars, they tremble with the Ye cannot rest upon the dreary sea ! Haste, haste to the warm home of happier




“ The Mariners obeyed—the Captain stood Aloof, and whispering to the Pilot, said, • Alas, alas! I fear we are pursued By wicked ghosts : a Phantom of the Dead, The night before we sailed, came to my bed In dream, like that!'-The Pilot then replied, • It cannot be--she is a human Maid Her low voice makes you weep-she is some

bride, Or daughter of high birth-she can be naught


III. “ We passed the islets, borne by wind and

stream, And as we sailed the Mariners came near And thronged around to listen ;- in the

gleam Of the pale moon I stood, as one whom fear May not attaint, and my calm voice did rear; • Ye all are human-yon broad moon gives

light To millions who the self-same likeness wear, Even while I speak-beneath this very night, Their thoughts flow on like ours, in. sadness or


IV. “• What dream ye? Your own hands have

built an home, Even for yourselves on a beloved shore: For some, fond eyes are pining till they


How they will greet him when his toils are

o'er, And laughing babes rush from the well

known door! Is this your care? ye toil for your own

goodYe feel and think-has some immortal power

Such purposes ? or in a human mood, Dream ye that God thus builds for man in

solitude ?

««• What then is God? ye mock yourselves,

and give A human heart to what ye cannot know : As if the cause of life could think and live! 'Twere as if man's own works should feel,

and show The hopes, and fears, and thoughts from

which they flow, And he be like to them. LO! Plague is free To waste, Blight, Poison, Earthquake, Hail,

and Snow, Disease, and Want, and worse Necessity Of hate and ill, and Pride, and Fear, and



6. What then is God? Some moon-struck

sophist stood Watching the shade from his own soul up

thrown Fill Heaven and darken Earth, and in such

mood The Form he saw and worshipped was his His likeness in the world's vast mirror


shown; And 'twere an innocent dream, but that a

faith Nursed by fear's dew of poison, grows

thereon, And that men say, God has appointed Death "On all who scorn his will to wreak immortal



“. Men say they have seen God, and heard

from God, Or known from others who have known such

And that his will is all our law, a rod
To scourge us into slaves—that Priests and

Custom, domestic sway, aye, all that brings
Man's free-born soul beneath the oppressor's

Are his strong ministers, and that the stings
Of death will make the wise his vengeance

feel, Though truth and virtue arm their hearts with

tenfold steel.

••• And it is said that God will punish wrong;
Yes, add despair to crime, and pain to pain !
And his red hell's undying snakes among
Will bind the wretch on whom he fixed a

Which, like a plague, a burthen, and a bane,
Clung to him while he lived ;-for love and


Virtue and vice, they say, are difference

vainThe will of strength is right-this human

state Tyrants, that they may rule, with lies thus


IX. "" Alas, what strength ? opinion is more frail Than yon dim cloud now fading on the moon Even while we gaze, though it awhile avail To hide the orb of truth and every throne Of Earth or Heaven, though shadow, rests

thereon, One shape of many names :—for this ye

plough The barren waves of ocean, hence each one

Is slave or tyrant; all betray and bow, Command, or kill, or fear, or wreak, or suffer



“ Its names are each a sign which maketh

holy All power—aye, the ghost, the dream, the

shade Of power,—lust, falsehood, hate, and pride,

and folly; The pattern whence all fraud and wrong is

made, A law to which mankind has been betrayed ; And human love is as the name well known Of a dear mother, whom the murderer laid

In bloody grave, and into darkness thrown, Gathered her wildered babes around him as his



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