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It is an ancient Mariner,

And he stoppeth one of three : “By thy long gray beard and thy glittering eye

Now wherefore stoppest me?

The Bridegroom's doors are opened wide,

And I am next of kin;
The Guests are met, the Feast is set,

May 'st hear the merry din."

But still he holds the wedding-guest

“ There was a Ship,” quoth heNay, if thou 'st got a laughsome tale,

Mariner !, come with me.”

He holds him with his skinny hand,

Quoth he, “ There was a Ship—" “ Now get thee hence, thou gray-beard Loon!

Or my Staff shall make thee skip.”

He holds him with his glittering eye

The wedding-guest stood still
And listens like a three years' child ;

The Mariner hath his will.

The wedding-guest sate on a stone,

He cannot choose but hear :
And thus spake on that ancient man,

The bright-eyed Mariner,

“ The Ship was cheered, the Harbour cleared

Merrily did we drop
Below the Kirk, below the Hill,

Below the Light-house top.

The Sun came up upon the left, • Out of the Sea came he: And he shone bright, and on the right

Went down into the sea.

Higher and higher every day,

Till over the mast at noon—"
The wedding-guest here beat his breast,

For he heard the loud bassoon.

The Bride hath paced into the Hall,

Red as a rose is she;
Nodding their heads before her go

The merry Minstrelsy.

The wedding-guest he beat his breast,

Yet he cannot choose but hear: And thus spake on that ancient Man,

The bright-eyed Mariner :

« But now the North wind came more fierce,

There came a Tempest strong ! And Southward still for days and weeks · Like Chaff we drove along.

And now there came both Mist and Snow,

And it grew wondrous cold:
And Ice mast-high came floating by

As green as Emerald.

And through the drifts the snowy clifts

Did send a dismal sheen;
Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken-

The Ice was all between.

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