No audible reply--
But, oh, a thousand scathing things
He thought; and so did I.

"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
With all my might and main;
The storm-blast snatched them from my hands,
And forced them back again,

It blew the cabman from his perch
Towards the hornéd moon;
I saw him dimly overhead
Sail like a bad balloon.

It blew the bandbox far away
Across the angry sea;
The English Channel's scattered with
Silk and passementerie.