# Clarel/Part 1/Canto 35
## 35. Arculf and Adamnan

In spot revered by myriad men, Whence, as alleged, Immanuel rose Into the heaven--receptive then-- A little plastered tower is set, Pale in the light that Syria knows, 5 Upon the peak of Olivet. 'Tis modern--a replacement, note, For ample pile of years remote, Nor yet ill suits in dwindled bound, Man's faith retrenched. 'Twas Hakeem's deed, 10 Mad Caliph (founder still of creed Long held by tribes not unrenowned) Who erst the pastoral hight discrowned Of Helena's church. Woe for the dome, And many a goodly temple more, 15 Which hither lured from Christendom The child-like pilgrim throngs of yore. 'Twas of that church, so brave erewhile-- Blest land-mark on the Olive Hight-- Which Arculf told of in the isle 20 Iona. Shipwrecked there in sight, The palmer dragged they from the foam, The Culdees of the abbey fair-- Him shelter yielding and a home. In guerdon for which love and care 25 Received in Saint Columba's pile, With travel-talk he did beguile Their eve of Yule.  The tempest beat; It shook the abbey's founded seat, 30 Rattling the crucifix on wall;
And thrice was heard the clattering fall Of gable-tiles. But host and guest, Abbot and palmer, took their rest Inside monastic ingle tall. 35 What unto them were those lashed seas? Or Patmos or the Hebrides, The isles were God's.  It was the time The church in Jewry dwelt at ease 40 Tho' under Arabs--Omar's prime-- Penultimate of pristine zeal, While yet throughout faith's commonweal The tidings had not died away-- Not yet had died into dismay 45 Of dead, dead echoes that recede: Glad tidings of great joy indeed, Thrilled to the shepherds on the sward-- "Behold, to you is born this day A Saviour, which is Christ the Lord;" 50 While yet in chapel, altar, shrine, The mica in the marble new Glistened like spangles of the dew. One minster then was Palestine, All monumental. 55  Arculf first The wonders of the tomb rehearsed,
And Golgotha; then told of trees, Olives, which in the twilight breeze Sighed plaintive by the convent's lec 60 The convent in Gethsemane-- Perished long since. Then: "On the hill-- In site revealed thro' Jesu's grace"-- (Hereat both cross themselves apace) "A great round church with goodly skill 65 Is nobly built; and fragrant blows Morning thro' triple porticoes. But over that blest place where meet The last prints of the Wounded Feet, The roof is open to the sky; 70
'Tis there the sparrows love to fly. Upon Ascension Day--at end Of mass--winds, vocal winds descend Among the worshipers." Amain The abbot signs the cross again; 75 And Arculf on: "And all that night The mountain temple's western flank-- The same which fronts Moriah's hight-- In memory of the Apostles' light Shows twelve dyed fires in oriels twelve. 80 Thither, from towers on Kedron's bank And where the slope and terrace shelve, The gathered townsfolk gaze afar; And those twelve flowers of flame suffuse Their faces with reflected hues 85 Of violet, gold, and cinnabar. Much so from Naples (in our sail We touched there, shipping jar and bale) I saw Vesuvius' plume of fire Redden the bay, tinge mast and spire. 90 But on Ascension Eve, 'tis then A light shows--kindled not by men. Look," pointing to the hearth; "dost see How these dun embers here by me, Lambent are licked by flaky flame? 95 Olivet gleams then much the same-- Caressed, curled over, yea, encurled By fleecy fires which typic be: O lamb of God, O light o' the world!"  In fear, and yet a fear divine, 100 Once more the Culdee made the sign; Then fervid snatched the palmer's hand-- Clung to it like a very child Thrilled by some wondrous story wild Of elf or fay, nor could command 105 His eyes to quit their gaze at him-- Him who had seen it. But how grim The Pictish storm-king sang refrain,
Scoffing about those gables high Over Arculf and good Adamnan. 110
 The abbot and the palmer rest: The legends follow them and die Those legends which, be it confessed, Did nearer bring to them the sky-- Did nearer woo it to their hope 115 Of all that seers and saints avow-- Than Galileo's telescope Can bid it unto prosing Science now.