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"We listened and looked sideways up! At the rising of
Fear at my heart, as at a cup,
Till clomb above the eastern bar
The horned Moon, with one bright star
Within the nether tip.
Too quick for groan or sigh,
Each turned his race with a ghastly pang,
"Four times fifty living men,
His shipmates drop down dead.
"The souls did from their bodies fly,-
But Life-inDeath begins her work on the ancient Mariner.