SELECTIONS IN ENGLISH POETRY

And the bay was white with silent light, The angelic

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Full many shapes, that shadows were, appear in their
In crimson colours came.

A little distance from the prow
Those crimson shadows were : 485
I turned my eyes upon the deck—
Oh, Christ! what saw I there!
Each corse lay flat, lifeless and flat,
And, by the holy rood!
A man all light, a seraph-man, 490
On every corse there stood.
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This seraph-band, each waved his hand,
It was a heavenly sight!
They stood as signals to the land,
Each one a lovely light; 495
This seraph-band, each waved his hand,
No voice did they impart—
No voice; but oh! the silence sank
Like music on my heart.
But soon I heard the dash of oars, 500
I heard the IPilot's cheer :
My head was turned perforce away,
And I saw a boat appear.
The P'ilot and the Pilot's boy,
I heard them coming fast: 505
Dear Lord in Heaven! it was a joy
The dead men could not blast.
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