Water, Water, Everywhere


Like one, that on a lonesome road 

Doth walk in fear and dread, 

And having once turned round walks on, 

And turns no more his head; 

Because he knows, a frightful fiend 

Doth close behind him tread. 
 
From The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, Samuel Taylor Coleridge.  1834.

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