Fragment From the Wandering Jew

The Elements respect their Maker's seal!

Still Like the scathed pine tree's height,

Braving the tempests of the night

Have I 'scaped the flickering flame.

Like the scathed pine, which a monument stands

Of faded grandeur, which the brands

Of the tempest-shaken air

Have riven on the desolate heath;

Yet it stands majestic even in death,

And rears its wild form there.