THE Saviour looked on Peter. Ay, no word, No gesture of reproach; the Heavens serene Though heavy with armed justice, did not lean Their thunders that way: the forsaken Lord Looked only, on the traitor. None record What that look was, none guess; for those who have seen Wronged lovers loving through a death-pang keen, Or pale-cheeked martyrs smiling to a sword, Have missed Jehovah at the judgment-call. And Peter, from the height of blasphemy -- 'I never knew this man' -- did quail and fall As knowing straight THAT GOD; and turned free And went out speechless from the face of all, And filled the silence, weeping bitterly. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUMMER WIND by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT SONNET: 31 by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY DARWINISM by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON RELIGION; AN ESSAY IN COUPLETS by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON STEEL OR GOLD?; THE QUESTION by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |