The Mind
LXIII. There was a great cathedral
From The Black Riders and Other Lines (1895)
The Mind
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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MLA
Crane, Stephen. “LXIII. There was a great cathedral.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/crane/62/.
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Crane, Stephen. “LXIII. There was a great cathedral.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/crane/62/.
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