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Oh did you observe the Black Canon pass	A
And did you observe his frown	B
He goeth to say the midnight mass	A
In holy St Edmond's town	B
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He goeth to sing the burial chaunt	C
And to lay the wandering sprite	C
Whose shadowy restless form doth haunt	C
The Abbey's drear aisle this night	C
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It saith it will not its wailing cease	D
'Till that holy man come near	E
'Till he pour o er its grave the prayer of peace	D
And sprinkle the hallowed tear	F
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The Canon's horse is stout and strong	G
The road is plain and fair	F
But the Canon slowly wends along	G
And his brow is gloomed with care	F
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Who is it thus late at the Abbey gate	C
Sullen echoes the portal bell	H
It sounds like the whispering voice of fate	C
It sounds like a funeral knell	H
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The Canon his faltering knee thrice bowed	C
And his frame was convulsed with fear	E
When a voice was heard distinct and loud	C
'Prepare for thy hour is near '	-
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He crosses his breast he mutters a prayer	F
To Heaven he lifts his eye	I
He heeds not the Abbot's gazing stare	F
Nor the dark Monks who murmured by	I
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Bare headed he worships the sculptured saints	J
That frown on the sacred walls	K
His face it grows pale he trembles he faints	K
At the Abbot s feet he falls	K
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And straight the father s robe he kissed	C
Who cried 'Grace dwells with thee	L
The spirit will fade like the morning mist	C
At your benedicite	C
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'Now haste within the board is spread	C
Keen blows the air and cold	C
The spectre sleeps in its earthy bed	C
'Till St Edmond s bell hath tolled	C
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'Yet rest your wearied limbs to night	C
You ve journeyed many a mile	M
To morrow lay the wailing sprite	C
That shrieks in the moonlight aisle	M
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'Oh faint are my limbs and my bosom is cold	C
Yet to night must the sprite be laid	C
Yet to night when the hour of horror's told	C
Must I meet the wandering shade	C
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'Nor food nor rest may now delay	N
For hark the echoing pile	M
A bell loud shakes Oh haste away	N
O lead to the haunted aisle '	-
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The torches slowly move before	O
The cross is raised on high	I
A smile of peace the Canon wore	O
But horror dimmed his eye	I
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And now they climb the footworn stair	F
The chapel gates unclose	K
Now each breathed low a fervent prayer	F
And fear each bosom froze	K
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Now paused awhile the doubtful band	C
And viewed the solemn scene	P
Full dark the clustered columns stand	C
The moon gleams pale between	P
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'Say father say what cloisters' gloom	Q
Conceals the unquiet shade	C
Within what dark unhallowed tomb	Q
The corse unblessed was laid '	-
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'Through yonder drear aisle alone it walks	K
And murmurs a mournful plaint	C
Of thee Black Canon it wildly talks	K
And call on thy patron saint	C
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The pilgrim this night with wondering eyes	K
As he prayed at St Edmond's shrine	R
From a black marble tomb hath seen it rise	K
And under yon arch recline '	-
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Oh say upon that black marble tomb	Q
What memorial sad appears '	-
Undistinguished it lies in the chancel's gloom	Q
No memorial sad it bears'	K
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The Canon his paternoster reads	K
His rosary hung by his side	C
Now swift to the chancel doors he leads	K
And untouched they open wide	C
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Resistless strange sounds his steps impel	H
To approach to the black marble tomb	Q
'Oh enter Black Canon ' a whisper fell	H
'Oh enter thy hour is come '	-
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He paused told his beads and the threshold passed	C
Oh horror the chancel doors close	K
A loud yell was borne on the rising blast	C
And a deep dying groan arose	K
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The Monks in amazement shuddering stand	C
They burst through the chancel's gloom	Q
From St Edmond s shrine lo a skeleton s hand	C
Points to the black marble tomb	Q
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Lo deeply engraved an inscription blood red	C
In characters fresh and clear	E
'The guilty Black Canon of Elmham's dead	C
And his wife lies buried here '	-
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In Elmham s tower he wedded a Nun	S
To St Edmond s his bride he bore	O
On this eve her noviciate here was begun	S
And a Monk s gray weeds she wore	O
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O deep was her conscience dyed with guilt	C
Remorse she full oft revealed	C
Her blood by the ruthless Black Canon was spilt	C
And in death her lips he sealed	C
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Her spirit to penance this night was doomed	C
'Till the Canon atoned the deed	C
Here together they now shall rest entombed	C
'Till their bodies from dust are freed	C
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Hark a loud peal of thunder shakes the roof	T
Round the altar bright lightnings play	N
Speechless with horror the Monks stand aloof	T
And the storm dies sudden away	N
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The inscription was gone a cross on the ground	C
And a rosary shone through the gloom	Q
But never again was the Canon there found	C
Or the Ghost on the black marble tomb	Q

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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