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 The wedding-guest he beat his breast,
 * Yet he cannot chuse but hear:

And thus spake on that ancyent Man,
 * The bright-eyed Marinere.

Listen, Stranger! Storm and Wind,
 * A Wind and Tempest strong!

For days and weeks it play'd us freaks—
 * Like Chaff we drove along.

Listen, Stranger! Mist and Snow,
 * And it grew wond'rous cauld:

And Ice mast-high came floating by
 * As green as Emerauld.

And thro' the drifts the nowy clifts
 * Did send a dismal sheen;

Ne shapes of men ne beasts we ken—
 * The Ice was all between.