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The Rime of the Ancient Mariner 1-8


A radiant turret lit by the midsummer midnight sun

Originally uploaded by State Library of New South Wales

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 through the drifts the snowy clifts
Did send a dismal sheen:
Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken -
The ice was all between.

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