"The silly buckets on the deck

That had so long remained,

I dreamt that they were filled with dew;
And when I awoke it rained.

"My lips were wet, my throat was cold,
My garments all were dank;

Sure I had drunken in my dreams,
And still my body drank.

"I moved and could not feel my limbs ;
I was so light; almost

I thought that I had died in sleep
And was a blessed ghost.

"And soon I heard a roaring wind;

It did not come anear;

But with its sound it shook the sails,
That were so thin and sere.

"The upper

air burst into life!

And a hundred fire-flags sheen,

To and fro, they were hurried about!

And to and fro, and in and out,

The wan stars danced between.

"And the coming wind did roar more loud,

And the sails did sigh like sedge;

And the rain poured down from one black

cloud;

The moon was at its edge.

"They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose
Nor spake, nor moved their eyes;
It had been strange, e'en in a dream,

To have seen those dead men rise.

"The helmsman steered, the ship moved on: Yet never a breeze up-blew;

The mariners all 'gan work the ropes,

Where they were wont to do;

They raised their limbs like lifeless tools,

We were a ghastly crew!