SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE
Brown skeletons of leaves that lag My forest-brook along; When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow, And the owlet whoops to the wolf below, That eats the she-wolf's young."
"Dear Lord' it hath a fiendish look (The Pilot made reply) I am a-fear'd." "Push on, push on!" Said the Hermit cheerily.
The boat came closer to the ship, But I nor spake nor stirred; The boat came close beneath the ship, And straight a sound was heard.
Under the water it rumbled on The ship sud-
denlysmketh
Still louder and more dread.
It rcach'd the ship, it split the bay;
The ship went down like lead
Stunn'd by that loud and dreadful sound, The ancient
t T ri i i i Mariner is
Which sky and ocean smote, 8avt d m the
Like one that hath been seven days drown'd Pllot ' 9boat
My body lay afloat,
But swift as dreams, myself I found
Within the Pilot's boat.
Upon the whirl, where sank the ship, The boat spun round and round, And all was still, save that the hill Was telling of the sound.
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