| Hint | Answer | Extra Info |
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| Oh sleep! it is a gentle thing, | |
| To Mary Queen the praise be given! | |
| That slid into my soul. | |
| That had so long remained, | |
| And when I awoke, it rained. | |
| My garments all were dank; | |
| And still my body drank. | |
| I was so light—almost | |
| And was a blessed ghost. | |
| It did not come anear; | |
| That were so thin and sere. | |
| And a hundred fire-flags sheen, | |
| And to and fro, and in and out, | |
| And the coming wind did roar more loud, | |
| And the rain poured down from one black cloud; | |
| The thick black cloud was cleft, and still | |
| Like waters shot from some high crag, | |
| A river steep and wide. | |
| Yet now the ship moved on! | |
| The dead men gave a groan. | |
| Nor spake, nor moved their eyes; | |
| To have seen those dead men rise. | |
| Yet never a breeze up blew; | |
| Where they were wont to do: | |
| We were a ghastly crew. | |
| Stood by me, knee to knee: | |
| But he said nought to me. | |
| Be calm, thou Wedding-Guest! | |
| Which to their corses came again, | |
| For when it dawned—they dropped their arms, | |
| Sweet sounds rose slowly through their mouths, | |
| Around, around, flew each sweet sound, | |
| Slowly the sounds came back again, | |
| Sometimes a-dropping from the sky | |
| Sometimes all little birds that are, | |
| With their sweet jargoning! | |
| Now like a lonely flute; | |
| That makes the Heavens be mute. | |
| A pleasant noise till noon, | |
| In the leafy month of June, | |
| Singeth a quiet tune. | |
| Yet never a breeze did breathe: | |
| Moved onward from beneath. | |
| From the land of mist and snow, | |
| That made the ship to go. | |
| And the ship stood still also. | |
| Had fixed her to the ocean: | |
| With a short uneasy motion— | |
| With a short uneasy motion. | |
| She made a sudden bound: | |
| And I fell down in a swound. | |
| I have not to declare; | |
| I heard and in my soul discerned | |
| 'Is it he?' quoth one, 'Is this the man? | |
| With his cruel bow he laid full low, | |
| 'The spirit who bideth by himself | |
| He loved the bird that loved the man | |
| The other was a softer voice, | |
| Quoth he, 'The man hath penance done, | |
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