It is an ancient MarinerAnd he stoppeth one of three."By thy long grey beard and glittering eyeNow wherefore stopp'st thou me?"The Bridegroom's doors are opened wideAnd I am next of kin;The guests are met the feast is set:May'st hear the merry din."He holds him with his skinny hand"There was a ship" quoth he."Hold off! unhand me grey-beard loon!"Eftsoons his hand dropt he.He holds him with his glittering eye The Wedding-Guest stood stillAnd listens like a three years child:The Mariner hath his will.