VII.
This Hermit good lives in that wood
Which slopes down to the Sea.
How loudly his sweet voice he rears!
He loves to talk with Marineres
That e from a far tree.
He kneels at morn and noon and eve--
He hath a cushion plump:
It is the moss, that wholly hides
The rotted old Oak-stump.
The Skiff-boat nerd: I heard them talk,
"Why, this is strange, I trow!
"Where are those lights so many and fair
"That signal made but now?
"Strange, by my faith!" the Hermit said--
"And they answerd not our cheer.
"The planks look d, ahose sails
"How thin they are and sere!
"I never saw aught like to them
"Unless perce it were
"The skeletons of leaves that lag
"My forest brook along:
"When the Ivy-tod is heavy with snow,
"And the Owlet whoops to the wolf below
"That eats the she-wolfs young.
"Dear Lord! it has a ?endish look"--
(The Pilot made reply)
"I am a-feard.--"Push on, push on!"
Said the Hermit cheerily.
The Boat came closer to the Ship,
But I ne spake irrd!
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