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    The Wild Knight and Other Poems
    The Wild Knight and Other Poems
    The Wild Knight and Other Poems
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    The Wild Knight and Other Poems

    By G. K. (Gilbert Keith) Chesterton

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    Release dateJan 1, 2007
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      The Wild Knight and Other Poems - G. K. (Gilbert Keith) Chesterton

      Project Gutenberg's The Wild Knight and Other Poems, by Gilbert Chesterton

      This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.net

      Title: The Wild Knight and Other Poems

      Author: Gilbert Chesterton

      Release Date: April 15, 2004 [EBook #12037]

      Language: English

      *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE WILD KNIGHT AND OTHER POEMS ***

      Produced by Robert Shimmin, Christina Morrell and PG Distributed Proofreaders

      THE WILD KNIGHT

      AND OTHER POEMS

      BY

      GILBERT CHESTERTON

      1900

      NOTE

      My thanks are due to the Editors of the Outlook and the Speaker for the kind permission they have given me to reprint a considerable number of the following poems. They have been selected and arranged rather with a view to unity of spirit than to unity of time or value; many of them being juvenile.

      CONTENTS

      BY THE BABE UNBORN

      THE WORLD'S LOVER

      THE SKELETON

      A CHORD OF COLOUR

      THE HAPPY MAN

      THE UNPARDONABLE SIN

      A NOVELTY

      ULTIMATE

      THE DONKEY

      THE BEATIFIC VISION

      THE HOPE OF THE STREETS

      ECCLESIASTES

      SONG OF THE CHILDREN

      THE FISH

      GOLD LEAVES

      THOU SHALT NOT KILL A CERTAIN EVENING

      A MAN AND HIS IMAGE

      THE MARINER

      THE TRIUMPH OF MAN

      CYCLOPEAN

      JOSEPH

      MODERN ELFLAND

      ETERNITIES

      A CHRISTMAS CAROL

      ALONE

      KING'S CROSS STATION

      THE HUMAN TREE

      TO THEM THAT MOURN

      THE OUTLAW

      BEHIND

      THE END OF FEAR

      THE HOLY OF HOLIES

      THE MIRROR OF MADMEN

      E. C. B.

      THE DESECRATERS

      AN ALLIANCE

      THE ANCIENT OF DAYS

      THE LAST MASQUERADE

      THE EARTH'S SHAME

      VANITY

      THE LAMP POST

      THE PESSIMIST

      A FAIRY TALE

      A PORTRAIT

      FEMINA CONTRA MUNDUM

      TO A CERTAIN NATION

      THE PRAISE OF DUST

      THE BALLAD OF THE BATTLE OF GIBEON

      'VULGARISED'

      THE BALLAD OF GOD-MAKERS

      AT NIGHT

      THE WOODCUTTER

      ART COLOURS

      THE TWO WOMEN

      THE WILD KNIGHT

      _Another tattered rhymster in the ring,

        With but the old plea to the sneering schools,

      That on him too, some secret night in spring

        Came the old frenzy of a hundred fools

      To make some thing: the old want dark and deep,

        The thirst of men, the hunger of the stars,

      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,

      Than all the ages I have ruled

        The empires of the night.

      I think that if they gave me leave

        Within that world to stand,

      I would be good through all the day

        I spent in fairyland.

      They should not hear a word from me

        Of selfishness or scorn,

      If only I could find the door,

        If only I were born.

      THE WORLD'S LOVER

      My eyes are full of lonely mirth:

        Reeling with want and worn with scars,

      For pride of every stone on earth,

        I shake my spear at all the stars.

      A live bat beats my crest above,

        Lean foxes nose where I have trod,

      And on my naked face the love

        Which is the loneliness of God.

      Outlawed: since that great day gone by—

        When before prince and pope and queen

      I stood and spoke a blasphemy—

        'Behold the summer leaves are green.'

      They cursed me: what was that to me

        Who in that summer darkness furled,

      With but an owl and snail to see,

        Had blessed and conquered all the world?

      They bound me to the scourging-stake,

        They laid their whips of thorn on me;

      I wept to see the green rods break,

        Though blood be beautiful to see.

      Beneath the gallows' foot abhorred

        The crowds cry 'Crucify!' and 'Kill!'

      Higher the priests sing, 'Praise the Lord,

        The warlock dies'; and higher still

      Shall heaven and earth hear one cry sent

        Even from the hideous gibbet height,

      'Praise to the Lord Omnipotent,

        The vultures have a feast to-night.'

      THE SKELETON

      Chattering finch and water-fly

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