From “Rime of the Ancyent Marinere”

“Farewell, Farewell! but this I tell

to thee, thou wedding-guest!

He prayeth well who loveth well

Both man and bird and beast.


He prayeth best who loveth best,

All things both great and small:

For the dear God, who loveth us,

He made and loveth all.


The Marinere, whose eye is bright,

Whose beard with age is hoar,

Is gone; and now the wedding-guest

Turn’d from the bridegroom’s door.


He went, like one that hath been stunn’d

And is of sense forlorn:

A sadder and a wiser man

He rose the morrow morn.”



-Samuel Taylor Coleridge


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