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THE

ANCIENT MARINER,

A POET'S REVERIE,

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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 open'd wide
“And I am next of kin;

“The Guests are met, the Feast is set,-
“May'st hear the merry din.”

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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 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 year's child;
The Mariner hath his will.

The wedding-guest sate on a stone,
He cannot chuse but hear:

And thus spake on that ancient man,
The bright-eyed Mariner.

The Ship was cheer'd, the Harbour clear’d—
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 pac'd into the Hall,
Red as a rose is she ;

Nodding their heads before her goes
The merry Minstralsy.

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