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 Listen, O listen, thou Wedding-guest!
 * "Marinere! thou hast thy will:

"For that, which comes out of thine eye, doth make
 * "My body and soul to be still."

Never sadder tale was told
 * To a man of woman born:

Sadder and wiser thou wedding-guest!
 * Thou'lt rise to morrow morn.

Never sadder tale was heard
 * By a man of woman born:

The Marineres all return'd to work
 * As silent as beforne.

The Marineres all 'gan pull the ropes,
 * But look at me they n'old:

Thought I, I am as thin as air—
 * They cannot me behold.