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And lo! the Albatross proveth a bird of good omen, and followeth the ship as it returned northward through fog and floating ice.And a good south wind sprung up behind;
The Albatross did follow,
And every day, for food or play,
Came to the Mariner's hollo!
In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud,
It perch'd for vespers nine;
Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white,
Glimmered the white Moon-shine.
The ancient Mariner inhospitably killeth the pious bird of good omen."God save thee, ancient Mariner!
From the fiends, that plague thee thus!—
Why look'st thou so?"—With my cross-bow
I shot the Albatross!
