The Wild Knight and Other Poems by G. K. (Gilbert Keith) Chesterton
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Since first it tinged even the Eternal's sleep,
With monstrous dreams of trees and towns and mars. When all He made for the first time He saw, Scattering stars as misers shake their pelf. Then in the last strange wrath broke His own law, And made a graven image of Himself._ BY THE BABE UNBORN If trees were tall and grasses short, As in some crazy tale, If here and there a sea were blue Beyond the breaking pale, If a fixed fire hung in the air To warm me one day through, If deep green hair grew on great hills, I know what I should do. In dark I lie: dreaming that there Are great eyes cold or kind, And twisted streets and silent doors, And living men behind. Let storm-clouds come: better an hour, And leave to weep and fight, |
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