It was an Ancient Mariner
Who went to Innisfree,
With an albatross about his neck
And a wish to leave the sea.
He found a man a-cropping beans
(One William Butler Yeats).
He wept: “I shot this albatross,
That’s why I have no mates.”
Said Yeats, “You need some therapy,
And therefore I suggest
You go and tell your story
To a random wedding-guest.
“Transfix him with your glittering eye
And tell of dreadful scenes,
Then come back to enjoy a stew
Of albatross with beans.”
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