W. Garrett Horder, comp. The Poets’ Bible: New Testament. 1895.
The LookElizabeth Barrett Browning (18061861)
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
And went out speechless from the face of all,
And filled the silence, weeping, bitterly.