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In mist or cloud on mast or shroud
It perch'd for vespers nine,
Whiles all the night thro' fog smoke-white^{[errata 1]}
Glimmer'd the white moon-shine.

"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.

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1. Correction: fog smoke-white should be amended to fog-smoke white: detail