Herman Melville,
Clarel — Part 1, Canto 30: The Site of the Passion
(1876)
“ They brush the twigs, small birds take wing, 40 The dead boughs crackle, lanterns swing Till lo, they spy them thro' the wood. "Master!"--'Tis Judas. Then the kiss. And He, He falters not at this-- Speechless, unspeakably submiss: 45 The fulsome serpent on the cheek Sliming: endurance more than meek-- Endurance of the fraud foreknown, And fiend-heart in the human one. ”
