There was a great cathedral. To solemn songs, A white procession Moved toward the altar. The chief man there Was erect, and bore himself proudly. Yet some could see him cringe, As in a place of danger, Throwing frightened glances into the air, A-start at threatening faces of the past. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 67 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE TRACT by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS A DEFIANCE, RETURNING TO THE PLACE OF HIS PAST AMOURS by PHILIP AYRES THE 'STAY AT HOME'S' PLAINT, 1878 by GEORGE AUGUSTUS BAKER JR. WRITTEN ON A BLANK LEAF OF HIS POEMS, FOR CHLORIS by ROBERT BURNS THE DEDICATION TO THE SERMONS by CHARLES CHURCHILL |