# Clarel/Part 4/Canto 28
## 28. David's Well

The Lyonese had joined a train Whereof the man of scars was one Whose office led him further on And barring longer stay. Farewell He overnight had said, ere cell 5 He sought for slumber. Brief the word; No hand he grasped; yet was he stirred, Despite his will, in heart at core: 'Twas countrymen he here forsook: He felt it; and his aspect wore 10 In the last parting, that strange look Of one enlisted for sad fight Upon some desperate dark shore, Who bids adieu to the civilian, Returning to his club-house bright, 15 In city cheerful with the million.  But Nature never heedeth this: To Nature nothing is amiss.
 It was a morning full of vent And bustle. Other pilgrims went. 20 Later, accoutered in array Don Hannibal and party sate In saddle at the convent gate, For Hebron bound.--"Ah, well-a-day! I'm bolstered up here, tucked away: 25 My spare spar lashed behind, ye see; This crutch for scepter. Come to me, Embrace me mv dear friend." and leant:
"I'm off for Mamre; under oak Of Abraham I'll pitch my tent, 30 Perchance, far from the battle's smoke. Good friars and friends, behold me here A poor one-legged pioneer; I go, I march, I am the man In fore-front of the limping van 35 Of refluent emigration. So, Farewell, Don Derwent; Placido, Farewell; and God bless all and keep!-- Start, dragoman; come, take your sheep To Hebron." 40  One among the rest Attending the departure there Was Clarel. Unto him, oppressed-- In travail of transition rare, Scarce timely in its unconstraint 45 Was the droll Mexican's quirkish air And humorous turn of hintings quaint. The group dispersed.  Pleased by the hill And vale, the minster, grot and vine, 50 Hardly the pilgrims found the will To go and such fair scene decline. But not less Bethlehem, avow, Negative grew to him whose heart,
Swayed by love's nearer magnet now, 55 Would fain without delay depart; Yet comradeship did still require That some few hours need yet expire.  Restive, he sallied out alone, And, ere long, place secluded won, 60 And there a well. The spot he eyed; For fountains in that land, being rare, Attention fix. "And, yes," he sighed, Weighing the thing; "though everywhere This vicinage quite altered be, 65 The well of Jesse's son I see; For this in parched Adullam's lair How sore he yearned: ah me, ah me, That one would now upon me wait With that sweet water by the gate!-- 70 He stood: But who will bring to me That living water which who drinks He thirsteth not again! Let be: A thirst that long may anguish thee, Too long ungratified will die. 75 But whither now, my heart? wouldst fly Each thing that keepeth not the pace Of common uninquiring life? What! fall back on clay commonplace? Yearnest for peace so? sick of strife? 80 Yet how content thee with routine Worldly? how mix with tempers keen And narrow like the knife? how live At all, if once a fugitive From thy own nobler part, though pain 85 Be portion inwrought with the grain?"
 But here, in fair accosting word, A stranger's happy hail he heard Descending from a vineyard nigh. He turned: a pilgrim pleased his eye 90 (A Muscovite, late seen by shrine) Good to behold--fresh as a pine-- Elastic, tall; complexion clear As dawn in frosty atmosphere Rose-tinged. 95  They greet. At once, to reach Accord, the Russian said, "Sit here: You sojourn with the Latin set, I with the Greeks; but well we're met: All's much the same: many waves, one beach. 100 I'm mateless now; one, and but one I've taken to: and he's late gone. You may have crossed him, for indeed He tarried with your Latin breed While here: a juicy little fellow-- 105
A Seckel pear, so small and mellow." "We shared a cell last night." "Ye did? And, doubtless, into chat ye slid: The theme, now; I am curious there." "Judaea--the Jews. " With hightened air 110 The Russ rejoined: "And tell me, pray: Who broached the topic? he?" "No, I; And chary he in grudged reply At first, but afterward gave way." "Indeed?" the Russ, with meaning smile; 115 "But (further) did he aught revile?" "The Jews, he said, were misconceived; Much too he dropped which quite bereaved The Scripture of its Runic spell. But Runic said I? That's not well! 120 I alter, sure."  Not marking here Clarel in his self-taxing cheer; But full of his own thoughts in clew, "Right, I was right!" the other cried: 125 "Evade he cannot, no, nor hide. Learn, he who whiled the hour for you, His race supplied the theme: a Jew!"  Clarel leaped up; "And can it be? Some vague suspicion peered in me; 130 I sought to test it--test: and he--
Nay now, I mind me of a stir Of color quick; and might it touch?" And paused; then, as in slight demur: "His cast of Hebrew is not much." 135  "Enough to badge him."  "Very well: But why should he the badge repel?"  "Our Russian sheep still hate the mark; They try to rub it off, nor cease 140 On hedge or briar to leave the fleece In tell-tale tags. Well, much so he, Averse to Aaron's cipher dark And mystical. Society
Is not quite catholic, you know, 145 Retains some prejudices yet-- Likes not the singular; and so He'd melt in, nor be separate-- Exclusive. And I see no blame. Nor rare thing is it in French Jew, 150 Cast among strangers--traveling too-- To cut old grandsire Abraham As out of mode. I talked, ere you With this our friend. Let me avow My late surmise is surety now." 155
 They strolled, and parted. And amain Confirmed the student felt the reign Of reveries vague, which yet could mar, Crossed by a surging element-- Surging while aiming at content: 160 So combs the billow ere it breaks upon the bar.