Herman Melville,
Clarel — Part 1, Canto 2: Abdon
(1876)
“ Ere yet a little, and I die. From Ind to Zion have I come, But less to live, than end at home. One other last remove!" he sighed, 75 And meditated on the stone, Lamp held aloft. That magnified The hush throughout the dim unknown Of night—night in a land how dead! Thro' Clarel's heart the old man's strain 80 Dusky meandered in a vein One with the revery it bred ”
