And he stoppeth one of three:
âBy thy long grey beard and thy glittering eye
    âNow wherefore stoppest me?
âThe Bridegroomâs doors are openâd wide
    âAnd I am next of kin;
âThe Guests are met, the Feast is set,â
    âMayâst hear the merry din.â
But still he holds the wedding-guestâ
    There was a Ship, quoth heâ
âNay, if thouâst got a laughsome tale,
    âMarinere! come with me.â
He holds him with his skinny hand,
    Quoth he, there was a Shipâ
âNow get thee hence, thou grey-beard Loon!
    âOr my Staff shall make thee skip.â
He holds him with his glittering eyeâ
    The wedding guest stood still
And listens like a three yearâs child;
    The Marinere hath his will.
The wedding-guest sate on a stone,
    He cannot chuse but hear:
And thus spake on that ancyent man,
    The bright-eyed Marinere.
The Ship was cheerâd, the Harbour clearâdâ
    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 noonâ
The wedding-guest here beat his breast,
    For he heard the loud bassoon.
The Bride hath pacâd into the Hall,
    Red as a rose is she;
Nodding their heads before her goes
    The merry Minstralsy.
The wedding-guest he beat his breast,
    Yet he cannot chuse but hear:
And thus spake on that ancyent Man,
    The bright-eyed Marinere.
Listen, Stranger! Storm and Wind,
    A Wind and Tempest strong!
For days and weeks it playâd us freaksâ
    Like Chaff we drove along.
Listen, Stranger! Mist and Snow,
    And it grew wondârous cauld:
And Ice mast-high came floating by
    As green as Emerauld.
And throâ the drifts the snowy clifts
    Did send a dismal sheen;
Ne shapes of men ne beasts we kenâ
    The Ice was all between.
The Ice was here, the Ice was there,
    The Ice was all around:
It crackâd and growlâd, and roarâd and howlâdâ
    Like noises of a swound.