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Un jour Kanut mourut	A
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Bk X i	B
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King Canute died Encoffined he was laid	A
Of Aarhuus came the Bishop prayers to say	C
And sang a hymn upon his tomb and held	A
That Canute was a saint Canute the Great	A
That from his memory breathed celestial perfume	D
And that they saw him they the priests in glory	E
Seated at God's right hand a prophet crowned	A
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I	B
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Evening came	F
And hushed the organ in the holy place	G
And the priests issuing from the temple doors	H
Left the dead king in peace Then he arose	I
Opened his gloomy eyes and grasped his sword	A
And went forth loftily The massy walls	J
Yielded before the phantom like a mist	A
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There is a sea where Aarhuus Altona	K
And Elsinore's vast domes and shadowy towers	L
Glass in deep waters Over this he went	A
Dark and still Darkness listened for his foot	A
Inaudible itself being but a dream	M
Straight to Mount Savo went he gnawed by time	N
And thus O mountain buffeted of storms	O
Give me of thy huge mantle of deep snow	K
To frame a winding sheet The mountain knew him	P
Nor dared refuse and with his sword Canute	A
Cut from his flank white snow enough to make	Q
The garment he desired and then he cried	A
Old mountain death is dumb but tell me thou	R
The way to God More deep each dread ravine	K
And hideous hollow yawned and sadly thus	S
Answered that hoar associate of the clouds	T
Spectre I know not I am always here	U
Canute departed and with head erect	A
All white and ghastly in his robe of snow	K
Went forth into great silence and great night	A
By Iceland and Norway After him	P
Gloom swallowed up the universe He stood	A
A sovran kingdomless a lonely ghost	A
Confronted with Immensity He saw	V
The awful Infinite at whose portal pale	W
Lightning sinks dying Darkness skeleton	K
Whose joints are nights and utter Formlessness	V
Moving confusedly in the horrible dark	X
Inscrutable and blind No star was there	Y
Yet something like a haggard gleam no sound	A
But the dull tide of Darkness and her dumb	Z
And fearful shudder 'Tis the tomb he said	A
God is beyond Three steps he took then cried	A
'Twas deathly as the grave and not a voice	V
Responded nor came any breath to sway	C
The snowy mantle with unsullied white	A
Emboldening the spectral wanderer	A2
Sudden he marked how like a gloomy star	B2
A spot grew broad upon his livid robe	C2
Slowly it widened raying darkness forth	D2
And Canute proved it with his spectral hands	V
It was a drop of blood	A
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R GARNETT	A
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II	B
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But he saw nothing space was black no sound	A
Forward said Canute raising his proud head	A
There fell a second stain beside the first	A
Then it grew larger and the Cimbrian chief	E2
Stared at the thick vague darkness and saw naught	A
Still as a bloodhound follows on his track	F2
Sad he went on 'There fell a third red stain	K
On the white winding sheet He had never fled	A
Howbeit Canute forward went no more	G2
But turned on that side where the sword arm hangs	V
A drop of blood as if athwart a dream	M
Fell on the shroud and reddened his right hand	A
Then as in reading one turns back a page	H2
A second time he changed his course and turned	A
To the dim left There fell a drop of blood	A
Canute drew back trembling to be alone	K
And wished he had not left his burial couch	I2
But when a blood drop fell again he stopped	A
Stooped his pale head and tried to make a prayer	Y
Then fell a drop and the prayer died away	C
In savage terror Darkly he moved on	K
A hideous spectre hesitating white	A
And ever as he went a drop of blood	A
Implacably from the darkness broke away	C
And stained that awful whiteness He beheld	A
Shaking as doth a poplar in the wind	A
Those stains grow darker and more numerous	V
Another and another and another	A2
They seem to light up that funereal gloom	D
And mingling in the folds of that white sheet	A
Made it a cloud of blood He went and went	A
And still from that unfathomable vault	A
The red blood dropped upon him drop by drop	J2
Always for ever without noise as though	K
From the black feet of some night gibbeted corpse	V
Alas Who wept those formidable tears	V
The Infinite Toward Heaven of the good	A
Attainable through the wild sea of night	A
That hath not ebb nor flow Canute went on	K
And ever walking came to a closed door	G2
That from beneath showed a mysterious light	A
Then he looked down upon his winding sheet	A
For that was the great place the sacred place	V
That was a portion of the light of God	A
And from behind that door Hosannas rang	K2
The winding sheet was red and Canute stopped	A
This is why Canute from the light of day	A
Draws ever back and hath not dared appear	L2
Before the Judge whose face is as the sun	K
This is why still remaineth the dark king	M2
Out in the night and never having power	A2
To bring his robe back to its first pure state	A
But feeling at each step a blood drop fall	N2
Wanders eternally 'neath the vast black heaven	K
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Dublin University Magazine	K

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