Oh sleep! it is a gentle thing,
Beloved from pole to pole!
To Mary Queen the praise be given!
She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven,
That slid into my soul.
The silly buckets on the deck,
That had so long remained,
I dreamt that they were filled with dew;
And when I awoke, it rained.
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.
– Excerpt from The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner,
a poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Listen to the reading by Deborah Warner
September 16th, 2018 – Aboard the Schooner Pioneer
The Humble Fabulist 
Wonderful images.
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Thank you Richard! It was amazing to watch the crew climb the rigging in the dark – what a view!
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