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In Xanadu si fece costruire
Kubla Khan un duomo di delizie:
Dove Alfeo, sacro fiume, verso un mare
Senza sole giù correva
Per caverne che l’uomo non può misurare.
Per cinque e cinque miglia di fertile suono
Lo circondò con torri e mura;
C’erano bei giardini, ruscelli sinuosi,
Alberi da incenso in fioritura;
C’erano boschi antichi come le colline
E assolate macchie di verzura.

Ah quel romantico abisso che sprofondava
Obliquo la verde collina in un folto di cedri!
Luogo selvaggio! Luogo santo e fatato
Quale fu mai visitato a una luna calante
Da una donna in sospiri per il suo dèmone amante!
E dall’abisso, fremente in continuo tumulto,
Quasi scotesse la terra un cupo affanno di palpiti,
Una possente fontana d’un tratto sprizzò:
E tra i suoi scrosci semintermittenti
Balzavano enormi frammenti come di grandine
O di grano che salta battuto dal battitore:
E in questa danza di pietre-cristalli
Il fiume sacro nasceva improvviso.
Per cinque miglia serpeggiando fluiva
Il fiume sacro fra boschi e piccole valli,
Giungeva a caverne che l’uomo non può misurare,
Poi sfociava in tumulto a un oceano senza vita:
E nel tumulto Kubla udì le voci remote
Degli antenati che predicavano guerra!

L’ombra del duomo di delizia
Fluttuava sull’acqua a mezzo via,
Dove si confondeva il ritmo sovrapposto
Della fontana e delle grotte.
Era un prodigio di rara maestria:
Antri di ghiaccio e cupola solatìa

Una fanciulla con salterio
Io vidi in una visione:
Era una giovane Abissina
E col suo salterio sonava,
Del Monte Abora cantava.
Potessi in me resuscitare
Quel suo canto e melodia,
Vinto di gioia ne sarei,
Di piena musica nell’aria
Quel duomo anch’io fabbricherei,
Quelle grotte di ghiaccio, la cupola di sole!
E ognuno che ascoltasse li vedrebbe,
Tutti gridando: attento! Attenti!
I suoi occhi di lampo, le sue chiome fluenti!
Fargli tre volte intorno un cerchio,
Chiudi gli occhi con santo timore,
Perché con rugiada di miele fu nutrito
E bevve latte di paradiso.

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Or, a vision in a dream. A Fragment.

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan

A stately pleasure-dome decree:

Where Alph, the sacred river, ran

Through caverns measureless to man

Down to a sunless sea.

So twice five miles of fertile ground

With walls and towers were girdled round;

And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,

Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;

And here were forests ancient as the hills,

Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.

But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted

Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!

A savage place! as holy and enchanted

As e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted

By woman wailing for her demon-lover!

And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,

As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,

A mighty fountain momently was forced:

Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst

Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,

Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher’s flail:

And mid these dancing rocks at once and ever

It flung up momently the sacred river.

Five miles meandering with a mazy motion

Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,

Then reached the caverns measureless to man,

And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean;

And ’mid this tumult Kubla heard from far

Ancestral voices prophesying war!

The shadow of the dome of pleasure

Floated midway on the waves;

Where was heard the mingled measure

From the fountain and the caves.

It was a miracle of rare device,

A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!

A damsel with a dulcimer

In a vision once I saw:

It was an Abyssinian maid

And on her dulcimer she played,

Singing of Mount Abora.

Could I revive within me

Her symphony and song,

To such a deep delight ’twould win me,

That with music loud and long,

I would build that dome in air,

That sunny dome! those caves of ice!

And all who heard should see them there,

And all should cry, Beware! Beware!

His flashing eyes, his floating hair!

Weave a circle round him thrice,

And close your eyes with holy dread

For he on honey-dew hath fed,

And drunk the milk of Paradise.

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" The Rime of the Ancient Mariner" story map:

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" The Rime of the Ancient Mariner" story map:

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"The Rime of the Ancient Mariner" summary:

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"The Rime of the Ancient Mariner" summary:

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Three guys are on the way to a wedding celebration when an old sailor (the Mariner) stops one of them at the door (we'll call him the Wedding Guest). Using his hypnotic eyes to hold the attention of the Wedding Guest, he starts telling a story about a disastrous journey he took. The Wedding Guest really wants to go party, but he can't pry himself away from this grizzled old mariner. The Mariner begins his story. They left port, and the ship sailed down near Antarctica to get away from a bad storm, but then they get caught in a dangerous, foggy ice field. An albatross shows up to steer them through the fog and provide good winds, but then the Mariner decides to shoot it. Oops.

Pretty soon the sailors lose their wind, and it gets really hot. They run out of water, and everyone blames the Mariner. The ship seems to be haunted by a bad spirit, and weird stuff starts appearing, like slimy creatures that walk on the ocean. The Mariner's crewmates decide to hang the dead albatross around his neck to remind him of his error.

Everyone is literally dying of thirst. The Mariner sees another ship's sail at a distance. He wants to yell out, but his mouth is too dry, so he sucks some of his own blood to moisten his lips. He's like, "A ship! We're saved." Sadly, the ship is a ghost ship piloted by two spirits, Death and Life-in-Death, who have to be the last people you'd want to meet on a journey. Everyone on the Mariner's ship dies.

The wedding guest realizes, "Ah! You're a ghost!" But the Mariner says, "Well, actually, I was the only one who didn't die." He continues his story: he's on a boat with a lot of dead bodies, surrounded by an ocean full of slimy things. Worse, these slimy things are nasty water snakes. But the Mariner escapes his curse by unconsciously blessing the hideous snakes, and the albatross drops off his neck into the ocean.

The Mariner falls into a sweet sleep, and it finally rains when he wakes up. A storm strikes up in the distance, and all the dead sailors rise like zombies to pilot the ship. The sailors don't actually come back to life. Instead, angels fill their bodies, and another supernatural spirit under the ocean seems to push the boat. The Mariner faints and hears two voices talking about how he killed the albatross and still has more penance to do. These two mysterious voices explain how the ship is moving.

After a speedy journey, the ship ends up back in port again. The Mariner sees angels standing next to the bodies of all his crewmates. Then a rescue boat shows up to take him back to shore. The Mariner is happy that a guy called "the hermit" is on the rescue boat. The hermit is in a good mood. All of a sudden there's a loud noise, and the Mariner's ship sinks. The hermit's boat picks up the Mariner.

When they get on shore, the Mariner is desperate to tell his story to the hermit. He feels a terrible pain until the story had been told.

In fact, the Mariner says that he still has the same painful need to tell his story, which is why he stopped the Wedding Guest on this occasion. Wrapping up, the Mariner tells the Wedding Guest that he needs to learn how to say his prayers and love other people and things. Then the Mariner leaves, and the Wedding Guest no longer wants to enter the wedding. He goes home and wakes up the next day, as the famous last lines go, "a sadder and a wiser man."