There was a great cathedral. <br />To solemn songs, <br />A white procession <br />Moved toward the altar. <br />The chief man there <br />Was erect, and bore himself proudly. <br />Yet some could see him cringe, <br />As in a place of danger, <br />Throwing frightened glances into the air, <br />A-start at threatening faces of the past.<br /><br />Stephen Crane<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/there-was-a-great-cathedral-2/
