The Wedding-Guest
sat on a stone:
He cannot chuse but hear:
And thus spake on that ancient man,
the bright-eyed Mariner.
The ship was cheered,
the harbour cleared,
Merrily did we drop
Below the kirk,below the hill,
Below the light-house top.
The Sun came up
upon the left,
Out of the sea came he!
And he shone bright, and on the right
Went down into the sea.
higher and higher
every day,
Till over the mast at noon-
The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast,
For he heard the loud bassoon.
The bride hath paced
into the hall,
Red as a rose is she;
Nodding their heads beforee her goes
The merry minstrelsy.
The Wedding-Guest
he beat his breast,
Yet he cannot chuse but hear;
and thus spake on that ancient man,
The bright-eyed Mariner