The Saviour looked on Peter. Ay, no word, <br />No gesture of reproach; the Heavens serene <br />Though heavy with armed justice, did not lean <br />Their thunders that way: the forsaken Lord <br />Looked only, on the traitor. None record <br />What that look was, none guess; for those who have seen <br />Wronged lovers loving through a death-pang keen, <br />Or pale-cheeked martyrs smiling to a sword, <br />Have missed Jehovah at the judgment-call. <br />And Peter, from the height of blasphemy-- <br />'I never knew this man '--did quail and fall <br />As knowing straight THAT GOD; and turned free <br />And went out speechless from the face of all <br />And filled the silenc, weeping bitterly.<br /><br />Elizabeth Barrett Browning<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-look-20/
