Herman Melville

“ And hold of that cloak instant caught
And bared the face. Then (like a man
Shot through the heart, but who retains
His posture) rigid he remains-- ⁠80
The mantle's border in his hand,
His glazed eyes unremoved. ”

“ Each pale one in her portioned place.
The gravel, from the bank raked down,
Dull sounded on those slabs of stone,
Grave answering grave--dull and more dull,
Each mass growing more, till either pit was full. ”

“ Though faith's gone: that which shall not be
It ought to be!"
But here came on
With heavy footing, hollow heard, ⁠130
Hebrews, which bare rude slabs, to place
Athwart the bodies when interred,
That earth should weigh not on the face ”