chunk: And closes from behind.
  Finally the mariner comes in sight of his homeland, but is initially uncertain as to whether or not he is hallucinating.
  Oh! Dream of joy! Is this indeed
  
  The light-house top I see?
  
  Is this the hill? Is this the kirk?
  
  Is this mine own countree?
  
  We drifted o'er the harbour-bar,
  
  And I with sobs did prayâ
  
  O let me be awake, my God!