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THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER.
PART THE SIXTH.
first voice
Thy soft response renewing—
What makes that ship drive on so fast?
What is the ocean doing?
second voice
The ocean hath no blast;
His great bright eye most silently
Up to the Moon is cast—
If he may know which way to go;
For she guides him smooth or grim.
See, brother, see! how graciously
She looketh down on him.