Samuel Taylor Coleridge,
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner…
(1927)
“ Higher and higher every day, Till over the mast at noon--' The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast, For he heard the loud bassoon.The Wedding-Guest heareth the bridal music ; but the Mariner continueth his tale. The bride hath paced into the hall, Red as a rose is she ; Nodding their heads before her goes The merry minstrelsy. The Wedding-Guest he beat his breast, Yet he cannot choose but hear ; And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Mariner. ”
