"Merrily rose the lark, and shook The dew-drop from its wing; I never heard it sing: For I was stooping once again Under the horrid thing. "With breathless speed, like a scul in chase. I took him up and ran;— There was no time to dig a grave Before the day began: In a lonesome wood, with heaps of leaves, I hid the murder'd man! "And all that day I read in school. As soon as the mid-day task was done, And a mighty wind had swept the leaves, "Then down I cast me on my face, For I knew my secret then was one "So wills the fierce avenging Sprite, And years have rotted off his flesh,-- "Oh, God! that horrid, horrid dream Besets me now awake! The human life I take; And my red right hand grows raging hot "And still no peace for the restless clay- The horrid thing pursues my soul,— It stands before me now!" That very night, while gentle sleep Two stern-faced men set out from Lynn, II. But still that jolly mariner For, in his pouch, confidingly, A thing, as gossip-nurses know, III. His hat was knew, or, newly glazed, His jacket, like a mariner's, True blue as e'er was spun ; His ample trowsers, like Saint Paul, Bore forty stripes save one. IV. And now the fretting foaming tide The bounding pinnance play'd a game A game that, on the good dry land, Is apt to bring a loss! V. Good Heaven befriend that little boat, And guide her on her way! A boat, they say, has canvas wings, But cannot fly away! Though, like a merry singing-bird, She sits upon the spray! VI. Still east by south the little boat, Now out of sight, between two waves, Like greedy swine that feed on mast,- VII. The sullen sky grew black above, The wave as black beneath; Each roaring billow show'd full soon A white and foamy wreath; Like angry dogs that snarl at first, And then display their teeth. VIII The boatman looked against the wind, The wave, per saltum, came and dried. In salt, upon his cheek! The pointed wave against him rear'd, As if it own'd a pique ! IX. Nor rushing wind, nor gushing wave, That boatman could alarm, But still he stood away to sea, And trusted in his charm; He thought by purchase he was safe. And arm'd against all harm! X. Now thick and fast and far aslant, |