from

Nine fathom deep he had followed us From the land of mist and snow. 🔊

The stars were dim, and thick the night, The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white; From the sails the dew did drip🔊

The souls did from their bodies fly,— They fled to bliss or woe! 🔊

A spring of love gushed from my heart, And I blessed them unaware: 🔊

The self-same moment I could pray; And from my neck so free 🔊

And the rain poured down from one black cloud; The Moon was at its edge. 🔊

I could not draw my eyes from theirs, Nor turn them up to pray. 🔊

And the bay was white with silent light, Till rising from the same, 🔊

The Hermit stepped forth from the boat, And scarcely he could stand. 🔊

Is gone: and now the Wedding-Guest Turned from the bridegroom's door. 🔊

Frequency index

Alphabetical index