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155 The ANCIENT MARINER.

A POET's REVERIE.

I.

It is an ancient Mariner,

And he stoppeth one of three:

"By thy long grey beard and thy glittering eye

"Now wherefore stoppest me?

"The Bridegroom's doors are open'd wide

"And I am next of kin;

"The Guests are met, the Feast is set,—

"May'st hear the merry din.