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[26] The Old Man of the Sea, on the neck of him
     Who seven times crossed the deep,
Twined closely each lean and withered limb,
     Like the nightmare in one's sleep.
But he drank of the wine, and Sindbad cast
     The evil weight from his back at last.

But the demon that cometh day by day
     To my quiet room and fireside nook,
Where the casement light falls dim and gray
     On faded painting and ancient book,
Is a sorrier one than any whose names
     Are chronicled well by good King James.

No bearer of burdens like Caliban,
     No runner of errands like Ariel,
He comes in the shape of a fat old man,
     Without rap of knuckle or pull of bell;
And whence he comes, or whither he goes,
     I know as I do of the wind which blows.

A stout old man with a greasy hat
     Slouched heavily down to his dark, red nose,
And two gray eyes enveloped in fat,
     Looking through glasses with iron bows.
Read ye, and heed ye, and ye who can,
     Guard well your doors from that old man!

He comes with a careless ‘How d'ye do?’
     And seats himself in my elbow-chair;
And my morning paper and pamphlet new
     Fall forthwith under his special care,
And he wipes his glasses and clears his throat,
     And, button by button, unfolds his coat.

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