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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,
And he shone bright, and on the right
Higher and higher every day,
Till over the mast at noon-
The Bride hath pac'd into the Hall,
Nodding their heads before her goes
The wedding-guest he beat his breast,
Listen, Stranger! Storm and Wind,
Listen, Stranger! Mist and Snow,
And thro' the drifts the snowy clists
Ne shapes of men ne beasts we ken-
The Ice was here, the Ice was there,
The Ice was all around:
It crack'd and growl'd, and roar'd and howl'dLike noises of a swound.
At length did cross an Albatross,
The Marineres gave it biscuit-worms,
The Ice did split with a Thunder-fit ;
And a good south wind sprung up behind,
And every day for food or play
In mist or cloud on mast or shroud
It perch'd for vespers nine,
"God save thee, ancyent Marinere!
"From the fiends that plague thee thus
Why look'st thou so?"—with my cross bow I shot the Albatross.
The Sun came up upon the right,
Out of the Sea came he;
And broad as a weft upon the left
And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet Bird did follow
Ne any day for food or play
Came to the Marinere's hollo!
And I had done an hellish thing