Ancient mariner new it was god who was talking to him, and made all of this happiness happen recently. He kneels down and prays. The Hermit said the planks looked warped, and he could see those sails, Ancient mariners boat was all old and dusty. The hermit was almost as if shocked on how disgusting the ship was. Brown skeletons of leaves that lag the forest brook along. The pilot was scared on how the ship looked, and still they dragged ancient mariner to safety. The boat came closer to the ship and he didn’t stir or drive the boat, then the boat came close underneath the ship, and then straight in a swift movement a sound was heard. Under the water it kept rumbling repetitively, it was louder than thunder. Then suddenly it reached the ship, and split the bay, the ship then went down like lead. he was stunned by the loud thunder and dreadful sound, his body lay afloat, But swift as dreams, he found himself in the pilots boat. Upon the whirl were sank the ship, the boat spun round and round.

The boat had reached some land, and ancient mariner fell down in a fit, the holy hermit then raised him from the ground  up, and prayed where he dreamt. And now all in his own country, he stood firmly on the ground like a king. The hermit stepped forth from the boat, and scarcely he could stand as well. Forthwith this frame of his that was wrenched, with a woeful agony, which forced him to begin his tale and then it left him to freedom. Since then, at an uncertain hour the agony returns to him, and until his ghostly tale is told, his heart within him burns. He passes like night, land to land, and with a strange power of speech he knows the man that hears him, and  to him he will teach his tale.

What loud uproar that bursts through the door, the wedding guests are there, but in the garden bower the bride and bride mains singing and hark the little vesper bell, which biddeth ancient mariner to the prayer. The wedding guest with a soul that has been alone in a long wide sea. So lonely god himself scarce seemed there to be. To walk together to the kirk with a goodly company and all together to pray. The Mariner, who’s eye is bright, who’s beard with age is hoar, and now the wedding guest turned from the bridegrooms door. He went like one that hath been stunned, and in sense of forlorn, a sadder and wiser man, he rose the morrow morn.