High On The Wall That Holds Jerusalem I Saw One Stand Under The Stars Like Stone. And When I Perish It Shall Not Be Known Whether He Lived, Some Strolling Son Of Shem, Or Was Some Great Ghost Wearing The Diadem Of Solomon Or Saladin On A Throne: I Only Know, The Features Being Unshown, I Did Not Dare Draw Near And Look On Them. Did Ye Not Guess ... The Diadem Might Be Plaited In Stranger Style By Hands Of Hate ... But When I Looked, The Wall Was Desolate And The Grey Starlight Powdered Tower And Tree: And Vast And Vague Beyond The Golden Gate Heaved Moab Of The Mountains Like A Sea.