This is a continuation of “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner.” View the previous stanza here.
Stanza 4:
The Wedding-Guest sat on a stone: He cannot choose but hear; And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Mariner.
'The ship was cheered, the harbour cleared, Merrily did we drop Below the kirk, below the hill, Below the lighthouse top.
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