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.
More verses by Stephen Crane
- There Was A Land Where Lived No Violets
- There Came Whisperings In The Winds
- When A People Reach The Top Of A Hill,
- The Chatter Of A Death-Demon From A Tree-Top
- Once A Man Clambering To The Housetops