VII.

    t good lives in t wood

    o the Sea.

    voice he rears!

    o talk h Marineres

    t come from a far Contree.

    morn and noon and eve--

    h a cushion plump:

    It is t wholly hides

    tted old Oak-stump.

    t nerd: I alk,

    quot;range, I trow!

    quot;s so many and fair

    quot;t signal made but now?

    quot;Strange, by my fait; t said--

    quot;And t our cheer.

    quot;those sails

    quot;hey are and sere!

    quot;I never sahem

    quot;Unless perc were

    quot;tons of leaves t lag

    quot;My forest brook along:

    quot;od is h snow,

    quot;And t he wolf below

    quot;t eats the she-wolfs young.

    quot;Dear Lord! it ;--

    (t made reply)

    quot;I am a-feard.--quot;Pus;

    Said t cheerily.

    t came closer to the Ship,

    But I ne spake ne stirrd!

    t came close beneathe Ship,

    And strait a sound was heard!

    Under ter it rumbled on,

    Still louder and more dread:

    It reac split the bay;

    t down like lead.

    Stunnd by t loud and dreadful sound,

    e:

    Like one t h been seven days drownd

    My body lay a?oat:

    But, s as dreams, myself I found

    its boat.

    Upon the Ship,

    t spun round and round:

    And all ill, save t the hill

    as telling of the sound.

    I movd my lips: t shriekd

    And fell do.

    t raisd his eyes

    And prayd w.

    I took