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But still he holds the wedding-guest
“ There was a Ship,” quoth hem “ 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
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.
The Ice was here, the Ice was there,
The Ice was all around :
It cracked and growled, and roared and howled,
A wild and ceaseless sound.
At length did cross an Albatross,
Thorough the Fog it came ;
We hailed it in God's name.
The Mariners gave it biscuit-worms,
And round and round it flew :
The Helmsman steered us through.
And a good South wind sprung up behind,
The Albatross did follow ; And every day for food or play
Came to the Mariner's hollo !