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"The helmsman steered, the ship moved on;
Yet never a breeze up blew;
The mariners all 'gan work the ropes,
Where they were wont to do;
They raised their limbs like lifeless tools —
We were a ghastly crew.
"The body of my brother's son
"I fear thee, ancient Mariner!"
"Be calm, thou Wedding-Guest!
'Twas not those souls that fled in pain,
Which to their corses came again,
But a troop of spirits blest:
For when it dawned—they dropped their arms,
And cluster'd round the mast;
Sweet sounds rose slowly through their mouths,
And from their bodies passed.
But not by the souls of the men, nor by demons of earth or middle air, but by a blessed troop of angelic spirits, sent down by the invocation of the guardian saint.
"Around, around, flew each sweet sound,
"Sometimes a-dropping from the sky
"And now 'twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute;
And now it is an angel's song,
"It ceased; yet still the sails made on
A pleasant noise till noon,
A noise like of a hidden brook
In the leafy month of June,
That to the sleeping woods all night
Singeth a quiet tune.
"Till noon we quietly sailed on,
"Under the keel nine fathom deep, The lonesome
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The spirit slid: and it was he ^Г».ь.
That made the ship to go. line, in obedience
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The sails at noon left off their tune, troop, but still
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And the ship stood still also. geance.
"The Sun, right up above the mast,
"Then like a pawing horse let go,