Lyrical Ballads

It is an ancyent Marinere, And he stoppeth one of three: "By thy long grey beard and thy glittering eye"Now wherefore stoppest me?"The Bridegroom's doors are open'd wide "And I am next of kin;"The Guests are met, the Feast is set,"May'st hear the merry din. But still he holds the wedding-guest There was a Ship, quoth he"Nay, if thou'st got a laughsome tale,"Marinere! come with me."He holds him with his skinny hand, Quoth he, there was a Ship "Now get thee hence, thou grey-beard Loon!"Or my Staff shall make thee skip."He holds him with his glittering eye The wedding guest stood still And listens like a three year's child; The Marinere hath his wi