: Ancyent Marinere :

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          Heavens, it’s been ages.  But I’m coming back to my senses…

And now there came both mist and snow,

And it grew wondrous cold:

And ice, mast-high, came floating by,

As green as emerald.

The land of ice, and of fearful sound where no living thing was to be seen.

And through the drifts the snowy clifts

Did send a dismal sheen:

Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken —

The ice was all between.

The ice was here, the ice was there,

The ice was all around:

It cracked and growled, and roared and howled,

Like noises in a swound!

‘The Rime of the Ancient Mariner’

                  Part I

– Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Photographic brilliance by: Camille Seaman

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~ by shantam on January 25, 2008.

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