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He holds him with his skinny hand, 'There was a ship,' quoth he. 🔊

A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist! And still it neared and neared: 🔊

For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky Lay dead like a load on my weary eye, And the dead were at my feet. 🔊

I thought that I had died in sleep, And was a blessed ghost. 🔊

Beneath the lightning and the Moon The dead men gave a groan. 🔊

It flung the blood into my head, And I fell down in a swound. 🔊

I woke, and we were sailing on As in a gentle weather: 🔊

I saw a thirdI heard his voice: It is the Hermit good! 🔊

The boat came close beneath the ship, And straight a sound was heard. 🔊

I moved my lipsthe Pilot shrieked And fell down in a fit; 🔊

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