# Clarel/Part 1/Canto 33
## 33. By the Stone

Over against the Temple here A monastery unrestored-- Named from Prediction of Our Lord-- Crumbled long since. Outlying near, Some stones remain, which seats afford: 5 And one, the fond traditions state, Is that whereon the Saviour sate And prophesied, and sad became To think, what, under sword and flame, The proud Jerusalem should be, 10 Then spread before him sunnily-- Pillars and palms--the white, the green-- Marble enfoliaged, a fair scene; But now--a vision here conferred Pale as Pompeii disinterred. 15
 Long Rolfe, on knees his elbows resting And head enlocked in hands upright, Sat facing it in steadfast plight And brooded on that town slow wasting. "And here," he said, "here did He sit-- 20 In leafy covert, say--Beheld The city, and wept over it: Luke's words, and hard to be excelled, So just the brief expression there: - ruth's rendering. "--With earnest air, 25 More he threw out, in kind the same, The which did Clarel ponder still; For though the words might frankness claim, With reverence for site and name; No further went they, nor could fill 30 Faith's measure--scarce her dwindled gill Now standard. On the plain of Troy (Mused Clarel) as one might look down From Gargarus with quiet joy In verifying Homer's sites, 35 Yet scarce believe in Venus' crown And rescues in those Trojan fights Whereby she saved her supple son; So Rolfe regards from these wan heights Yon walls and slopes to Christians dear. 40 Much it annoyed him and perplexed: Than free concession so sincere-- Concession due both site and text-- Dissent itself would less appear To imply negation. 45  But anon They mark in groups, hard by the gate Which overlooks Jehoshaphat, Some Hebrew people of the town. "Who marvels that outside they come 50 Since few within have seemly home," Said Rolfe; "they chat there on the seats, But seldom gossip in their streets. Who here may see a busy one? Where's naught to do not much is done. 55 How live they then? what bread can be? In almost every country known Rich Israelites these kinsmen own: The hat goes round the world. But see!"  Moved by his words, their eyes more reach 60 Toward that dull group. Dwarfed in the dream Of distance sad, penguins they seem Drawn up on Patagonian beach.
"O city," Rolfe cried; "house on moor, With shutters burst and blackened door-- 65 Like that thou showest; and the gales Still round thee blow the Banshee-wails: Well might the priest in temple start, Hearing the voice--'Woe, we depart!' "
 Clarel gave ear, albeit his glance 70 Diffident skimmed Vine's countenance, As mainly here he interest took In all the fervid speaker said, Reflected in the mute one's look: A face indeed quite overlaid 75 With tremulous meanings, which evade Or shun regard, nay, hardly brook Fraternal scanning.  Rolfe went on: "The very natives of the town 80 Methinks would turn from it and flee But for that curse which is its crown-- That curse which clogs so, poverty. See them, but see yon cowering men: The brood--the brood without the hen!"-- 85
 "City, that dost the prophets stone, How oft against the judgment dread, How often would I fain have spread My wings to cover thee, mine own; And ye would not! Had'st thou but known 90 The things which to thy peace belong!" Nehemiah it was, rejoining them-- Gray as the old Jerusalem Over which how earnestly he hung. But him the seated audience scan 95 As he were sole surviving man Of tribe extinct or world. The ray Which lit his features, died away; He flagged; and, as some trouble moved, Apart and aimlessly he roved. 100