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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 he

"Nay, 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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