she

The bride hath paced into the hall, Red as a rose is she; 🔊

Alas! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How fast she nears and nears! 🔊

Are those her sails that glance in the Sun, Like restless gossamers? 🔊

Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? 🔊

And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a DEATH? and are there two? Is DEATH that woman's mate? 🔊

Her skin was as white as leprosy, The Night-mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold. 🔊

'The game is done! I've won! I've won!' Quoth she, and whistles thrice. 🔊

Softly she was going up, And a star or two beside🔊

The Sun, right up above the mast, Had fixed her to the ocean: 🔊

See, brother, see! how graciously She looketh down on him.' 🔊

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