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The Rime of the Ancient Mariner 5-11


Fast to a floe under Cape Prescott, Franklin Pierce Bay

Originally uploaded by National Maritime Museum

Till noon we quietly sailed on,
Yet never a breeze did breathe:
Slowly and smoothly went the ship,
Moved onward from beneath.

Under the keel nine fathom deep,
From the land of mist and snow,
The spirit slid: and it was he
That made the ship to go.
The sails at noon left off their rune,
And the ship stood still also.

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