"What ails thee, Ancient Milliner?
What means thy ashen hue?
Why look'st thou so?"—I murmured, "Blow!"
And at my word it blew.
PART II.
The storm-blast came down Edgware Road,
Shrieking in furious glee,
It struck the cab, and both its doors
Leaped open, flying free.
I shut those doors, and kept them close