# Clarel/Part 3/Canto 5
## 5. The High Desert

Where silence and the legend dwell, A cleft in Horeb is, they tell, Through which upon one happy day (The sun on his heraldic track Due sign having gained in Zodiac) 5 A sunbeam darts, which slants away Through ancient carven oriel Or window in the Convent there, Illuming so with annual flush The somber vaulted chamber spare 10 Of Catherine's Chapel of the Bush-- The Burning Bush. Brief visitant, It makes no lasting covenant; It brings, but cannot leave, the ray.  To hearts which here the desert smote 15 So came, so went the Cypriote.  Derwent deep felt it; and, as fain His prior spirits to regain; Impatient too of scenes which led To converse such as late was bred, 20 Moved to go on. But some declined.
So, for relief to heart which pined, Belex he sought, by him sat down In cordial ease upon a stone Apart, and heard his stories free 25 Of Ibrahim's wild infantry.
 The rest abide. To these there comes, As down on Siddim's scene they peer, The contrast of their vernal homes-- Field, orchard, and the harvest cheer. 30 At variance in their revery move The spleen of nature and her love: At variance, yet entangled too-- Like wrestlers. Here in apt review They call to mind Abel and Cain-- 35 Ormuzd involved with Ahriman In deadly lock. Were those gods gone? Or under other names lived on? The theme they started. 'Twas averred That, in old Gnostic pages blurred, 40 Jehovah was construed to be Author of evil, yea, its god; And Christ divine his contrary: A god was held against a god, But Christ revered alone. Herefrom, 45 If inference availeth aught
(For still the topic pressed they home) The two-fold Testaments become Transmitters of Chaldaic thought By implication. If no more 50 Those Gnostic heretics prevail Which shook the East from shore to shore, Their strife forgotten now and pale; Yet, with the sects, that old revolt Now reappears, if in assault 55 Less frank: none sayJehovah's evil, None gainsay that he bears the rod; Scarce that; but there's dismission civil, And Tesus is the indulgent God.
This change, this dusking change that slips 60 (Like the penumbra o'er the sun), Over the faith transmitted down; Foreshadows it complete eclipse?  Science and Faith, can these unite? Or is that priestly instinct right 65 (Right as regards conserving still The Church's reign) whose strenuous will Made Galileo pale recite The Penitential Psalms in vest Of sackcloth; which to-day would blight 70 Those potent solvents late expressed In laboratories of the West?  But in her Protestant repose Snores faith toward her mortal close? Nay, like a sachem petrified, 75 Encaved found in the mountain-side, Perfect in feature, true in limb, Life's full similitude in him, Yet all mere stone--is faith dead now, A petrifaction? Grant it so, 80 Then what's in store? what shapeless birth? Reveal the doom reserved for earth? How far may seas retiring go?  But, to redeem us, shall we say That faith, undying, does but range, 85 Casting the skin--the creed. In change Dead always does some creed delay-- Dead, not interred, though hard upon Interment's brink? At Saint Denis Where slept the Capets, sire and son, 90 Eight centuries of lineal clay, On steps that led down into vault The prince inurned last made a halt, The coffin left they there, 'tis said, Till the inheritor was dead; 95 Then, not till then 'twas laid away. But if no more the creeds be linked, If the long line's at last extinct,
If time both creed and faith betray, Vesture and vested--yet again 100 What interregnum or what reign Ensues? Or does a period come? The Sibyl's books lodged in the tomb? Shall endless time no more unfold Of truth at core? Some things discerned 105 By the far Noahs of India old-- Earth's first spectators, the clear-eyed, Unvitiated, unfalsified Seers at first hand--shall these be learned Though late, even by the New World, say, 110 Which now contemns?  But what shall stay The fever of advance? London immense Still wax for aye? A check: but whence? How of the teeming Prairie-Land? 115 There shall the plenitude expand Unthinned, unawed? Or does it need Only that men should breed and breed To enrich those forces into play Which in past times could oversway 120 Pride at his proudest? Do they come, The locusts, only to the bloom? Prosperity sire them?  Thus they swept,
Nor sequence held, consistent tonc 125 Imagination wildering on Through vacant halls which faith once kept With ushers good.  Themselves thus lost, At settled hearts they wonder most. 130 For those (they asked) who still adhere In homely habit's dull delay, To dreams dreamed out or passed away; Do these, our pagans, all appear Much like each poor and busy one 135 Who when the Tartar took Pekin, (If credence hearsay old may win)
Knew not the fact--so vast the town, The multitude, the maze, the din?  Still laggeth in deferred adieu 140 The A. D. (Anno Domini) Overlapping into era new Even as the Roman A. U. C. Yet ran for time, regardless all That Christ was born, and after fall 145 Of Rome itself?  But now our age, So infidel in equipage, While carrying still the Christian name-- For all its self-asserted claim, 150 How fares it, tell? Can the age stem Its own conclusions? is't a king Awed by his conquests which enring With menaces his diadem? Bright visions of the times to be-- 155 Must these recoil, ere long be cowed Before the march in league avowed Of Mammon and Democracy?  In one result whereto we tend Shall Science disappoint the hope, 160 Yea, to confound us in the end, New doors to superstition ope?  As years, as years and annals grow, And action and reaction vie, And never men attain, but know 165 How waves on waves forever die; Does all more enigmatic show?
 So they; and in the vain appeal Persisted yet, as ever still Blown back in sleet that blinds the eyes, 170 Not less the fervid Geysers rise.
Clarel meantime ungladdened bent Regardful, and the more intent For silence held. At whiles his eye
Lit on the Druze, reclined half prone, 175 The long pipe resting on the stone And wreaths of vapor floating by-- The man and pipe in peace as one. How clear the profile, clear and true; And he so tawny. Bust ye view, 180 Antique, in alabaster brown, Might show like that. There, all aside, How passionless he took for bride The calm--the calm, but not the dearth-- The dearth or waste; nor would he fall 185 In waste of words, that waste of all.
 For Vine, from that unchristened earth Bits he picked up of porous stone, And crushed in fist: or one by one, Through the dull void of desert air, 190 He tossed them into valley down; Or pelted his own shadow there; Nor sided he with anything: By fits, indeed, he wakeful looked; But, in the main, how ill he brooked 195 That weary length of arguing-- Like tale interminable told In Hades by some gossip old To while the never-ending night.
Apart he went. Meantime, like kite 200 On Sidon perched, which doth enfold, Slowly exact, the noiseless wing: Each wrinkled Arab Bethlehemite, Or trooper of the Arab ring, With look of Endor's withered sprite 205 Slant peered on them from lateral hight; While unperturbed over deserts riven, Stretched the clear vault of hollow heaven.