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The thick black cloud was cleft, and still

The Moon was at its side:

Like waters shot from some high crag,

The lightning fell with never a jag
A river steep and wide

The loud wind never reach'd the Ship,
Yet now the Ship mov'd on !
Beneath the lightning and the moon
The dead men gave a groan.

They groan'd, they stirr'd, they all uprose,
Nor spake, nor mov'd their eyes:

It had been strange, even in a dream
To have seen those dead men rise.

The helmsman steerd, the ship mov'd on ; Yet never a breeze up-blew ;

The Mariners all 'gan work the ropes,

Where they were wont to do:

They rais'd their limbs like lifeless tools→→

We were a ghastly crew.

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The body of my brother's son
Stood by me knee to knee :

The body and I pull'd at one rope,
But he said nought to me.

"I fear thee, ancient Mariner!
Be calm, thou wedding guest!
'Twas not those souls, that fled in pain,
Which to their corses came again,
But a troop of Spirits blest:

For when it dawn'd-they dropp'd their arms,

And cluster'd round the mast:

Sweet sounds rose slowly thro' their mouths

And from their bodies pass'd.

Around, around, flew each sweet sound,

Then darted to the sun :

Slowly the sounds came back again

Now mix'd, now one by one.

Sometimes a dropping from the sky
I heard the Sky-lark sing;

Sometimes all little birds that are

How they seem'd to fill the sea and airWith their sweet jargoning.

And now 'twas like all instruments,
Now like a lonely flute;

And now it is an angel's song

That makes the heavens be mute.

It ceas'd yet still the sails made on
A pleasant noise till noon,
A noise like of a hidden brook

In the leafy month of June,
That to the sleeping woods all night

Singeth a quiet tune.

Till noon we silently sail'd on

Yet never a breeze did breathe:

Slowly and smoothly went the Ship
Mov'd onward from beneath.

Under the keel nine fathom deep
From the land of mist and snow

The spirit slid and it was He
That made the Ship to go.

The sails at noon left off their tune
And the Ship stood still also.

The sun right up above the mast
Had fix'd her to the ocean:

But in a minute she 'gan stir
With a short uneasy motion-

Backwards and forwards half her length
With a short uneasy motion.

Then, like a pawing horse let go,
She made a sudden bound:

It flung the blood into my head,
And I fell into a swound.

How long in that same fit I lay,
I have not to declare;

But ere my living life return'd,

I heard and in my soul discern'd

Two voices in the air.

"Is it he? quoth one, "Is this the man

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By him who died on cross,

"With his cruel bow he lay'd full low

"The harmless Albatross.

"The spirit who 'bideth by himself "In the land of mist and snow,

"He lov'd the bird that lov'd the man

"Who shot him with his bow.

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