Herman Melville,
Clarel — Part 1, Canto 41: On the Wall
(1876)
“ So much can mood possess a man. He read: obscurely thus it ran:-- "For me who never loved the stride, Triumph and taunt that shame the winning side-- Toward Him over whom, in expectation's glow, 110 Elate the advance of rabble-banners gleam-- Turned from a world that dare renounce Him so My unweaned thoughts in steadfast trade-wind stream. If Atheists and Vitriolists of doom Faith's gathering night with rockets red illume-- 115 So much the more in pathos I adore The low lamps flickering in Syria's Tomb."-- ”
