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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;
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,
He holds him with his skinny hand,
"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
The Mariner hath his will.
The wedding-guest sate on a stone,
He cannot choose but hear:
The bright-eyed Mariner.
"The Ship was cheered, the Harbour cleared—
Merrily did we drop
Below the Light-house top.
The Sun came up upon the left,
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: And thus spake on that ancient Man,
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.