Full fifteen hundred years have wound
Since cenobite first harboured here;
The bones of men, deemed martyrs crowned,
To fossils turn in mountain near;
Nor less while now lone scribe may write,
Even now, in living dead of night,
In Saba's lamps the flames aspire —
The votaries tend the far-transmitted fire.
- Herman Melville
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