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CANTO II.
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300Saint Cuthbert sits, and toils to frameThe sea-born beads that bear his name:Such tales had Whitby's fishers told,And said they might his shape behold, And hear his anvil sound;305A deaden'd clang,—a huge dim form,Seen but, and heard, when gathering storm And night were closing round.But this, as tale of idle fame,The nuns of Lindisfarne disclaim.
XVII.310While round the fire such legends go,Far different was the scene of woe,Where, in a secret aisle beneath,Council was held of life and death. It was more dark and lone that vault,315  Than the worst dungeon cell: Old Colwulf built it, for his fault,  In penitence to dwell,When he, for cowl and beads, laid downThe Saxon battle-axe and crown.320This den, which, chilling every sense Of feeling, hearing, sight,Was call'd the Vault of Penitence, Excluding air and light,Was, by the prelate Sexhelm, made325A place of burial for such dead,As, having died in mortal sin,Might not be laid the church within.'Twas now a place of punishment;Whence if so loud a shriek were sent,330 As reach'd the upper air,The hearers bless'd themselves, and said,The spirits of the sinful dead Bemoan'd their torments there.
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