An Answer To Frances Cornford Poem by Gilbert Keith Chesterton

An Answer To Frances Cornford

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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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