Herman Melville

Shelley’s Vision

Wandering late by morning seas
When my heart with pain was low—
Hate the censor pelted me—
Deject I saw my shadow go.
 
In elf-caprice of bitter tone
I too would pelt the pelted one:
At my shadow I cast a stone.
 
When lo, upon that sun-lit ground
I saw the quivering phantom take
The likeness of St. Stephen crowned:
Then did self-reverence awake.
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