Herman Melville,
Clarel — Part 1, Canto 23: The Close
(1876)
“ On Clarel fell the virgin's eyes, Pure home of all we seek and prize, And crossing with their humid ray The Levite's arid eyes of gray-- But skill is none to word the rest: 70 To Clarel's heart there came a swell Like the first tide that ever pressed Inland, and of a deep did tell. ”
