SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE

��Brown skeletons of leaves that lag

My forest-brook along ;

When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow,

And the owlet whoops to the wolf below,

That eats the she-wolfs young."

" Dear Lord ! it hath a fiendish look (The Pilot made reply) I am a-fear'd." " Push on, push on ! " Said the Hermit cheerily.

The boat came closer to the ship, But I nor spake nor stirr'd ; The boat came close beneath the ship, And straight a sound was heard.

Under the water it rumbled on, Still louder and more dread : It reach'd the ship, it split the bay ; The ship went down like lead.

Stunn'd by that loud and dreadful sound,

Which sky and ocean smote,

Like one that hath been seven days drown'd

My body lay afloat;

But swift as dreams, myself I found

Within the Pilot's boat.

Upon the whirl, where sank the ship, The boat spun round and round ; And all was still, save that the hill Was telling of the sound.

I moved my lips the Pilot shriek'd And fell down in a fit; The holy Hermit raised his eyes, And pray'd where he did sit.

��The ship sud denly sinketh.

��The ancient Mariner is saved in the

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