Gilbert Keith Chesterton
An Answer To Frances Cornford - Poem by Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Why do you rush through the fields in trains,
Guessing so much and so much.
Why do you flash through the flowery meads,
Fat-head poet that nobody reads;
And why do you know such a frightful lot
About people in gloves and such?
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