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The naked Hulk alongside came
And the Twain were playing dice; “ The Game is done! I've won, I've won!”
Quoth she, and whistled thrice.
A gust of wind sterte up behind
And whistled through his bones; Thro' the hole of his eyes and the hole of his mouth
Half-whistles and half-groans.
With never a whisper in the Sea
Off darts the Spectre-ship;
Almost between the tips.
One after one by the horned Moon
(Listen, O Stranger! to me) Each turned his face with a ghastly pang
And cursed me with his ee.
Four times fifty living men,
With never a sigh or groan, With heavy thump, a lifeless lump
They dropped down one by one.
Their souls did from their bodies fly,
They fled to bliss or woe; And every soul it passed me by, Like the whiz of my
“ I fear thee, ancient Mariner !
I fear thy skinny hand;
As is the ribbed Sea-sand.
I fear thee and thy glittering eye
And thy skinny hand so brown"“ Fear not, fear not, thou wedding-guest!
This body dropt not down.
Alone, alone, all all alone,
Alone on the wide wide Sea ; And Christ would take no pity on My soul in agony.
The many men so beautiful,
And they all dead did lie!
Lived on-and so did I.
I looked upon the rotting Sea,
And drew my eyes away ;
And there the dead men lay.
I looked to Heaven, and tried to pray;
But or ever a prayer had gusht, A wicked whisper came and made
My heart as dry as dust.
I closed my lids and kept them close,
Till the balls like pulses beat; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky Lay like a load on my weary eye, And the dead were at my
The cold sweat melted from their limbs,
Nor rot nor reek did they ; The look with which they looked on me,
Had never passed away.
An orphan's curse would drag to Hell
A spirit from on high :
Is the curse in a dead man's eye!
And yet I could not die.
The moving Moon went up the sky
And no where did abide : Softly she was going up
And a star or two beside