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...WHEN THE SPEED COMES by ROBERT FROST AN ODE, PARAPHRASED: THE CUP by ANACREON ODE, FR. THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM by RICHARD BARNFIELD SONNET WRITTEN IN DISGUST OF VULGAR SUPERSTITION by JOHN KEATS THE V-A-S-E by JAMES JEFFREY ROCHE THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: APRIL by EDMUND SPENSER |