第5章

类别:其他 作者:Samuel Taylor Coleridge字数:1275更新时间:18/12/17 12:53:23
Iwoke,andweweresailingonAsinagentleweather: \'Twasnight,calmnight,theMoonwashigh; Thedeadmenstoodtogether. Allstoodtogetheronthedeck,Foracharnel—dungeonfitter: Allfixedonmetheirstonyeyes,ThatintheMoondidglitter. Thepang,thecurse,withwhichtheydied,Hadneverpassedaway: Icouldnotdrawmyeyesfromtheirs,Norturnthemuptopray. Andnowthisspellwassnapt:oncemoreIviewedtheoceangreen. Andlookedfarforth,yetlittlesawOfwhathadelsebeenseen LikeonethatonalonesomeroadDothwalkinfearanddread,Andhavingonceturnedroundwalkson,Andturnsnomorehishead; Becauseheknows,afrightfulfiendDothclosebehindhimtread. Butsoontherebreathedawindonme,Norsoundnormotionmade: Itspathwasnotuponthesea,Inrippleorinshade. Itraisedmyhair,itfannedmycheekLikeameadow—galeofspring Itmingledstrangelywithmyfears,Yetitfeltlikeawelcoming. Swiftly,swiftlyflewtheship,Yetshesailedsoftlytoo: Sweetly,sweetlyblewthebreeze—— Onmealoneitblew. Oh!dreamofjoy!isthisindeedThelight—housetopIsee? Isthisthehill?isthisthekirk? Isthismineowncountree! Wedriftedo\'ertheharbour—bar,AndIwithsobsdidpray Oletmebeawake,myGod! Orletmesleepalway. Theharbour—baywasclearasglass,Sosmoothlyitwasstrewn! Andonthebaythemoonlightlay,Andtheshadowofthemoon. Therockshonebright,thekirknoless,Thatstandsabovetherock: ThemoonlightsteepedinsilentnessThesteadyweathercock. Andthebaywaswhitewithsilentlight,Tillrisingfromthesame,Fullmanyshapes,thatshadowswere,Incrimsoncolourscame. AlittledistancefromtheprowThosecrimsonshadowswere: Iturnedmyeyesuponthedeck Oh,Christ!whatsawIthere! Eachcorselayflat,lifelessandflat,And,bytheholyrood! Amanalllight,aseraph—man,Oneverycorsetherestood. Thisseraphband,eachwavedhishand: Itwasaheavenlysight! Theystoodassignalstotheland,Eachonealovelylight: Thisseraph—band,eachwavedhishand,Novoicedidtheyimpart Novoice;butoh!thesilencesankLikemusiconmyheart. ButsoonIheardthedashofoars; IheardthePilot\'scheer; Myheadwasturnedperforceaway,AndIsawaboatappear. ThePilot,andthePilot\'sboy,Iheardthemcomingfast: DearLordinHeaven!itwasajoyThedeadmencouldnotblast. Isawathird——Iheardhisvoice: ItistheHermitgood! HesingethloudhisgodlyhymnsThathemakesinthewood. He\'llshrievemysoul,he\'llwashawayTheAlbatross\'sblood. PARTTHESEVENTH. ThisHermitgoodlivesinthatwoodWhichslopesdowntothesea. Howloudlyhissweetvoiceherears! HelovestotalkwithmarineresThatcomefromafarcountree. Hekneelsatmornandnoonandeve—— Hehathacushionplump: ItisthemossthatwhollyhidesTherottedoldoak—stump. Theskiff—boatneared:Iheardthemtalk,\"Whythisisstrange,Itrow! Wherearethoselightssomanyandfair,Thatsignalmadebutnow?\" \"Strange,bymyfaith!\"theHermitsaid \"Andtheyanswerednotourcheer!