The Wild Knight and Other Poems by G. K. (Gilbert Keith) Chesterton
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The fading flowers of liberty,
The painted masks of art. I only find him at the last, On one old hill where nod Golgotha's ghastly trinity-- Three persons and one god. THE UNPARDONABLE SIN I do not cry, beloved, neither curse. Silence and strength, these two at least are good. He gave me sun and stars and ought He could, But not a woman's love; for that is hers. He sealed her heart from sage and questioner-- Yea, with seven seals, as he has sealed the grave. And if she give it to a drunken slave, The Day of Judgment shall not challenge her. Only this much: if one, deserving well, Touching your thin young hands and making suit, Feel not himself a crawling thing, a brute, Buried and bricked in a forgotten hell; Prophet and poet be he over sod, Prince among angels in the highest place, |
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