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Lord-Hallowell [2012-10-15 21:38:55 +0000 UTC]

It is an ancient Mariner,
And he stoppeth one of three.
`By thy long grey beard and glittering eye,
Wherefore stopp'st thou me?

The bridegroom's doors are opened wide,
And I am next of kin;
The guests are met, the feast is set:
Mayst hear the merry din.'

He holds him with his skinny hand,
"There was a ship," quoth he.
`Hold off! unhand me, grey-beard loon!'
Eftsoons his hand dropped he.

And now there came both mist and snow,
And it grew wondrous cold:
And ice, mast-high, came floating by,
As green as emerald.

And through the drifts the snowy clifts
Did send a dismal sheen:
Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken -
The ice was all between.

The ice was here, the ice was there,
The ice was all around:
It cracked and growled, and roared and howled,
Like noises in a swound!

At length did cross an Albatross,
Thorough the fog it came;
As it had been a Christian soul,
We hailed it in God's name.

The Wedding-Guest forth he bade
When gazed at the Mariner and the face he made
"God save thee, ancient Mariner,
From the fiends that plague thee thus!
Why look'st thou so?" "With my crossbow
I shot the Albatross."
~The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, by Samuel Taylor Coleridge


I thought of this poem when I first saw this photo even if it doesn't quite match your title and overall theme.

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