Still, Still The Barge Moved On And On

Still, still the barge moved on and on its slow moves through the waters skimmed with motion silent more than silent waves: the night fell slowly on the town and port dull eerie distant the lights shone: but still and still the still barge moved and moved. The moon shone slowly; without a wind The cloudless heavens gazed and stared. as in a regal funeral the still barge moved and on and on it moved all soundless quite over the skimmed waters lapping gently white without a noise in that funereal gloom: without a pilot moved it, without a sailor the still barge moved on and on and on. And in that gloom, the gloom as of itself To pilot the still barge seemed; or else By hands invisible unseen the barge Moved on its voyage in the horrid calm The stars seemed full to hide; the wind Moved not; and in the night restless The bosom of the sea lay tall and flat. But still the barge moved on in stillness As if its sorrow great it stifled in some mode Unseen and hidden in that frightful dark; No light shone on the main; no path appeared Yet the still barge moved on and on and on: The stars seemed full to hide; the wind Moved not; and in the restless night The bosom of the sea lay still and flat.