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158 The wedding-guest he beat his breast,

Yet he cannot chuse but hear:

And thus spake on that ancient Man,

The bright-eyed Mariner.

But now the Northwind came more fierce,

There came a Tempest strong!

And Southward still for days and weeks

Like Chaff we drove along.

And now there came both Mist and Snow,

And it grew wondrous cold;

And Ice mast-high came floating by

As green as Emerald.

And thro' the drifts the snowy clifts

Did send a dismal sheen;

Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken—

The Ice was all between.