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THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER.

PART THE SIXTH.

first voice

But tell me, tell me! speak again,

Thy soft response renewing—
What makes that ship drive on so fast?
What is the ocean doing?

second voice

Still as a slave before his lord,

The ocean hath no blast;
His great bright eye most silently
Up to the Moon is cast—

If he may know which way to go;
For she guides him smooth or grim.
See, brother, see! how graciously
She looketh down on him.