"And through the drifts the snowy cliffs/ Did send a dismal sheen:/ Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken—/ The ice was all between."/
—Samuel Coleridge, "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner"
"And through the drifts the snowy cliffs/ Did send a dismal sheen:/ Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken—/ The ice was all between."/
—Samuel Coleridge, "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner"
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