Algy Perched in Mist or Cloud

          In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud,
          It perched for vespers nine …

With the sea lost again in the dense Scotch mist, Algy spent a gloomy day in the larch tree, practising his recitation of The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, that cautionary tale which every young albatross is required to learn by heart.

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