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Herzegovino, attorney, escena d'estim, escena de mort.

My lips were wet, my throat was cold,

My garments all were dank;

Sure I had drunken in my dreams,

And still my body drank.

I moved, and could not feel my limbs:

I was so light - almost

I thought that I had died in sleep,

And was a blessed ghost

And soon I heard a roaring wind:

It did not come anear;

But with its sound it shook the sails,

That were so thin and sere.

* [from "The rime of the ancient Mariner]

Though I could've written those words

If only I had taken the time.

Having not written them words

I come here and make Coleridge's mine.