It is an ancient Mariner
And he stoppeth one of three.
"By thy long grey beard and glittering eye
Now wherefore stopp'st thou me?

"The Bridegroom's doors are opened wide
And 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 still
And listens like a three years child:
The Mariner hath his will.