But I alone, and the murderer-- That dreadful thing did know, How he lay in his sin, a murdered man, A thousand fathom low. And many days, and many more, Came on, and lagging sped, And the heavy waves of that sleeping sea Were dark, like molten lead. And not a breeze came, east or west, And burning was the sky, And stifling was each breath we drew Of the air so hot and dry. Oh me! there was a smell of death Hung round us night and day; And I dared not look in the sea below Where the old man's body lay. In his cabin, alone, the captain kept, And he bolted fast the door, And up and down the sailors walked, And wished that the calm was o'er. The captain's son was on board with us, A fair child, seven years old, With a merry look that all men loved, And a spirit kind and bold. I loved the child, and I took his hand, And made him kneel and pray That the crime; for which the calm was sent, Might be purged clean away. For I thought that God would hear his prayer, And set the vessel free,-- For a dreadful thing it was to lie Upon that charnel sea. Yet I told him not wherefore he prayed, Nor why the calm was sent I would not give that knowledge dark To a soul so innocent. At length I saw a little cloud Arise in that sky of flame, A little cloud--but it grew and grew, And blackened as it came. And we saw the sea beneath its track Grow dark as the frowning sky, And water-spouts, with a rushing sound, Like giants, passed us by. And all around, 'twixt sky and sea, A hollow wind did blow; And the waves were heaved from the ocean depths, And the ship rocked to and fro. I knew it was that fierce death-calm Its horrid hold undoing, And I saw the plagues of wind and storm Their missioned work pursuing. There was a yell in the gathering winds, A groan in the heaving sea, And the captain rushed from the hold below, But he durst not look on me. He seized each rope with a madman's haste, And he set the helm to go, And every sail he crowded on As the furious winds did blow. And away they went, like autumn leaves Before the tempest's rout, And the naked masts with a crash came down, And the wild ship tossed about. The men, to spars and splintered boards, Clung, till their strength was gone, And I saw them from their feeble hold Washed over one by one. And 'mid the creaking timber's din, And the roaring of the sea, I heard the dismal, drowning cries Of their last agony. There was a curse in the wind that blew, A curse in the boiling wave; And the captain knew that vengeance came From the old man's ocean grave. And I heard him say, as he sate apart, In a hollow voice and low, 'Tis a cry of blood doth follow us, And still doth plague us so!'