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THE ANCIENT MARINER.
IN SEVEN PARTS.
It is an Ancient Mariner,
And he stoppeth one of three : “ By thy long grey beard and thy glittering eye
Now wherefore stoppest me?
The bridegroom's doors are opened wide,
And I am next of kin ;
But still he holds the wedding-guest
“ There was a ship,” quoth he
He holds him with his skinny hand,
Quoth he, “ There was a ship”“Now get thee hence, thou grey-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:
The bright-eyed Mariner.
Merrily did we drop
Below the light-house top.
Out of the sea came he:
Went down into the sea.
Higher and higher every day,
Till over the mast at noon”-
For he heard the loud bassoon.
The bride hath paced into the hall,
Red as a rose is she;
The merry minstrelsy.
The wedding-guest he beat his breast,
Yet he cannot choose but hear:
The bright-eyed Mariner :
“ But now the north wind came more fierce,
There came a tempest strong!
Like chaff we drove along
And now there came both mist and snow,
And it grew wondrous cold :
As green as emerald.
And through the drifts the snowy clifts
Did send a dismal sheen;
The ice was all between.
The ice was here, the ice was there,
The ice was all around :
A wild and ceaseless sound.
At length did cross an albatross,
Thorough the fog it camar
The Mariners gave it biscuit-worms.
And round and round it flew :
The helmsman steered us through.
The albatross did follow ;
Came to the Mariner's hollo !
In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud
It perched for vespers nine,
Glimmer'd the white moon-shine.”
“ God save thee, Ancient Mariner !
From the fiends that plague thee thus !
Why look’st thou so ?”—“ With my cross bow
I shot the albatross."
“ The sun now rose upon the right,
Out of the sea came he ; ✓ Still hid in mist; and on the left
Went down into the sea.
And the good south wind still blew behind,
But no sweet bird did follow,
Came to the Mariner's bollo !
And I had done an hellish thing,
And it would work 'em woe:
That made the breeze to blow.
Nor dim nor red, like an angel's head,
The glorious sun uprist;
That brought the fog and mist.
That bring the fog and mist.
The furrow followed free :
Into that silent sea.
Down dropp'd the breeze, the sails dropp'd down,
'Twas sad as sad could be, And we did speak only to break
The silence of the sea.