Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Gilbert Keith Chesterton Poems
|81.||A Little Litany||1/1/2004|
|82.||The Secret People||1/1/2004|
|84.||The Latest School||1/1/2004|
|85.||A Song Of Defeat||1/1/2004|
|87.||A Prayer In Darkness||1/1/2004|
|88.||Elegy In A Country Churchyard||1/1/2004|
|89.||The Ballad Of The White Horse||1/1/2004|
|92.||The Last Hero||1/1/2004|
|93.||A Ballade Of Suicide||1/1/2004|
|94.||A Child Of The Snows||1/1/2004|
|95.||The Rolling English Road||1/1/2004|
When fishes flew and forests walked
And figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was blood,
Then surely I was born;
With monstrous head and sickening cry
And ears like errant wings,
The devil's walking parody
On all four-footed things.
The tattered outlaw of the earth,
Of ancient crooked will;
Starve, scourge, deride me: I am dumb,
I keep my secret still.
Fools! For I also had my hour;
One far fierce hour and sweet:
There was a shout about my ears,
And palms before my feet.
St George he was for England,
And before he killed the dragon
He drank a pint of English ale
Out of an English flagon.
For though he fast right readily
In hair-shirt or in mail,
It isn't safe to give him cakes
Unless you give him ale.