Poems (Barrett)/The Look
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THE LOOK.
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.