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 In mist or cloud on mast or shroud
 * It perch'd for vespers nine,

Whiles all the night thro'
 * 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.