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.

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Poet: Stephen Crane
Poem: 63. There was a great cathedral
Volume: The Black Riders & Other Lines
Year: Published/Written in 1905
Poem of the Day: Jan 17 2003
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