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 Then, like a pawing horse let go,
 * She made a sudden bound:

It flung the blood into my head,
 * And I fell into a swound.

How long in that same fit I lay,
 * I have not to declare;

But ere my living life return'd, I heard and in my soul discern'd
 * Two voices in the air,

"Is it he? quoth one, "Is this the man?
 * "By him who died on cross,

"With his cruel bow he lay'd full low
 * "The harmless Albatross.

"The spirit who 'bideth by himself
 * "In the land of mist and snow,

"He lov'd the bird that lov'd the man
 * "Who shot him with his bow.