Chapter 48 No.48

But though, in the monastic pile,

Did of this penitential aisle

Some vague tradition go,

Few only, save the Abbot, knew

Where the place lay; and still more few

Were those, who had from him the clue

To that dread vault to go.

Victim and executioner

Were blindfold when transported there.

In low dark rounds the arches hung,