# Clarel/Part 1/Canto 16
## 16. The Wall of Wail

Beneath the toppled ruins old In series from Moriah rolled Slips Kedron furtive? underground Peasants avouch they hear the sound. In aisled lagunes and watery halls 5 Under the temple, silent sleep What memories elder? Far and deep What ducts and chambered wells and walls And many deep substructions be Which so with doubt and gloom agree, 10 To question one is borne along— Based these the Right? subserved the Wrong?  'Twas by an all-forgotten way, Whose mouth in outer glen forbid By heaps of rubbish long lay hid, 15 Cloaca of remotest day; 'Twas by that unsuspected vault With outlet in mid city lone, A spot with ruin all bestrown— The peasants in sedition late 20 Captured Jerusalem in strait, Took it by underground assault.  Go wander, and within the walls, Among the glades of cactus trees Where no life harbors, peers or calls— 25 Wild solitudes like shoals in seas Unsailed; or list at still sundown, List to the hand-mills as they drone, Domestic hand-mills in the court, And groups there in the dear resort, 30 Mild matron pensive by her son, The little prattler at her knee: Under such scenes abysses be— Dark quarries where few care to pry, Whence came those many cities high— 35 Great capitals successive reared, And which successive disappeared
On this same site. To powder ground, Dispersed their dust blows round and round. No shallow gloss may much avail 40 When these or kindred thoughts assail: Which Clarel proved, the more he went A rover in their element. For—trusting still that in some place Where pilgrims linger he anew 45 The missing stranger yet would face And speak with—never he withdrew His wandering feet.  In aimless sort Passing across the town amort, 50 They came where, camped in corner waste, Some Edomites were at repast— Sojourners mere, and of a day— Dark-hued, nor unlike birds of prey Which on the stones of Tyre alight. 55 While Clarel fed upon that sight— The saint repeating in his ear Meet text applying to the scene— As liberated from ravine, Voices in choral note they hear; 60 And, strange as lilies in morass, At the same moment, lo, appear Emerging from a stony pass,
A lane low-vaulted and unclean, Damsels in linen robes, heads bare, 65 Enlinked with matrons pacing there, And elders gray; the maids with book: Companions would one page o'erlook; And vocal thus they wound along, No glad procession, spite the song. 70 For truth to own, so downcast they— At least the men, in sordid dress And double file—the slim array, But for the maidens' gentleness And voices which so bird-like sang, 75 Had seemed much like a coffle gang.
 But Nehemiah a key supplied: "Alas, poor misled Jews," he sighed, "Ye do but dirge among your dead.— The Hebrew quarter here we tread; 80 And this is Friday; Wailing Day: These to the temple wend their way. And shall we follow?" Doing so They came upon a sunken yard Obscure, where dust and rubbish blow. 85 Felonious place, and quite debarred From common travel. On one side A blind wall rose, stable and great— Massed up immense, an Ararat Founded on beveled blocks how wide, 90 Reputed each a stone august Of Solomon's fane (else fallen to dust) But now adopted for the wall To Islam's courts. There, lord of all, The Turk permits the tribes to creep 95 Abject in rear of those dumb stones, To lean or kneel, lament and weep; Sad mendicants shut out from gate Inexorable. Sighs and groans: To be restored! we wait, long wait! 100 They call to count their pristine state On this same ground: the lifted rows Of peristyles; the porticoes Crown upon crown, where Levite trains In chimes of many a silver bell 105 (Daintily small as pearls in chain) Hemming their mantles musical— Passed in procession up and down, Viewing the belt of guarding heights, And march of shadows there, and flights 110 Of pigeon-pets, and palm leaves blown; Or heard the silver trumpets call— The priestly trumps, to festival. So happy they; suchJudah's prime. But we, the remnant, lo, we pale; 115
Cast from the Temple, here we wail— Yea, perish ere come Shiloh's time.  Hard by that joyless crew which leant With brows against the adamant— Sad buttresses thereto—hard by— 120 The student marks the Black Jew bowed; His voice he hears amid the crowd Which supplicate stern Shaddai. And earnest, too, he seeth there One scarcely Hebrew in his dress 125 Rural, and hard cheek's swarthiness, With nothing of an Eastern air. His eyes met Clarel's unremoved— In end a countryman he proved, A strange apostate. On the twain 130 Contrasted so—the white, the black— Man's earliest breed and latest strain— Behind the master Moslem's back Skulking, and in great Moses' track— Gazed Clarel with the wonderment 135 Of wight who feels the earth upheave Beneath him, and learns, ill-content, That terra firma can deceive.  When now those Friday wails were done, Nehemiah, sidling with his book 140 Unto a lorn decrepit one,
Proferred a tract: "'Tis Hebrew, look," Zealous he urged; "it points the way, Sole way, dear heart, whereby ye may Rebuild the Temple." Answer none 145 Gat he from Isaac's pauper son, Who, turning, part as in disdain, Crept toward his squalid home. Again Enrapt stood Clarel, lost awhile: "Yon Jew has faith; can faith be vain? 150 But is it faith? ay, faith 's the word— What else? Faith then can thus beguile Her faithfulest. Hard, that is hard!" So doubts invaded. found him out.
He strove with them; but they proved stout, 155 Nor would they down.  But turn regard. Among the maids those rites detained, One he perceived, as it befell, Whose air expressed such truth unfeigned, 160 And harmonies inlinked which dwell In pledges born of record pure— She looked a legate to insure That Paradise is possible Now as hereafter. 'Twas the grace 165 Of Nature's dawn: an Eve-like face And Nereid eyes with virgin spell Candid as day, yet baffling quite Like day, through unreserve of light. A dove she seemed, a temple dove, 170 Born in the temple or its grove, And nurtured there. But deeper viewed, What was it that looked part amiss? A bit impaired? what lack of peace? Enforced suppression of a mood, 175 Regret with yearning intertwined, And secret protest of a virgin mind. Hebrew the profile, every line; But as in haven fringed with palm, Which Indian reefs embay from harm, 180 Belulled as in the vase the wine— Red budded corals in remove, Peep coy through quietudes above; So through clear olive of the skin, And features finely Hagarene; 185 Its way a tell-tale flush did win— A tint which unto Israel's sand Blabbed of the June in some far clover land. Anon by chance the damsel's eye Fell on Nehemiah, and the look 190 A friendly recognition spoke, Returned in kind. When by-and-by The groups brake up and homeward bent;
Then, nor unnoted by the youth, That maiden with the apostate went, 195 Whose voice paternal called her—"Ruth!"  "Tell, friend," said Clarel eagerly, As from the wall of wail they passed; "Father and daughter? Who may be That strange pervert?" No willing haste 200 The mentor showed; awhile he fed On anxious thoughts; then grievingly The story gave—a tangled thread, Which, cleared from snarl and ordered so, Follows transferred, with interflow 205 Of much Nehemiah scarce might add.