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The Rime of the Ancient Mariner 5-2



Man with a spirit face appearing

Originally uploaded by National Media Museum



My lips were wet, my throat was cold,
My garments all were dank;
Sure I had drunken in my dreams,
And still my body drank.

I moved, and could not feel my limbs:
I was so light – almost
I thought that I had died in sleep,
And was a bless├Ęd ghost.

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