Listen, Stranger! Mist and Snow,

    And it grew wondrous cauld:

    And Ice mast-ing by

    As green as Emerauld.

    And ts ts

    Did send a dismal sheen;

    Ne ss we ken--

    tween.

    there,

    the Ice was all around:

    It crackd and growld, and roard and howld--

    Like noises of a swound.

    At lengtross,

    t came;

    And an it were a Cian Soul,

    e  in Gods name.

    t biscuit-worms,

    And round and round it ?ew:

    t ;

    teerd us thro.

    And a good south wind sprung up behind,

    tross did follow;

    And every day for food or play

    Came to the Marineres hollo!

    In mist or cloud on mast or shroud

    It perchd for vespers nine,

    te

    Glimmerd te moon-shine.

    quot;God save t Marinere!

    quot;From t plague thus--

    quot; t;--h my cross bow

    I s tross.