Wandering late by morning seas <br />When my heart with pain was low-- <br />Hate the censor pelted me-- <br />Deject I saw my shadow go. <br /> <br />In elf-caprice of bitter tone <br />I too would pelt the pelted one: <br />At my shadow I cast a stone. <br /> <br />When lo, upon that sun-lit ground <br />I saw the quivering phantom take <br />The likeness of St. Stephen crowned: <br />Then did self-reverence awake.<br /><br />Herman Melville<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shelley-s-vision/
