G. K. Chesterton Poems

  • 51.  
    There fared a mother driven forth
    Out of an inn to roam;In the place where she was homeless
  • 52.  
    Jones had a dog; it had a chain;
    Not often worn, not causing pain;But, as the I.K.L. had passed
  • 53.  
    The still sweet meadows shimmered: and I stood
    And cursed them, bloom of hedge and bird of tree,And bright and high beyond the hunch-backed wood
  • 54.  
    ‘Elder father, though thine eyes
    Shine with hoary mysteries,Canst thou tell what in the heart
  • 55.  
    The Rev. Isaiah Bunter has disappeared into the interior of
    the Solomon Islands, and it is feared that he may have beendevoured by the natives, as there has been a considerable
  • 56.  
    To teach the grey earth like a child,
    To bid the heavens repent,I only ask from Fate the gift
  • 57.  
    It is something to have wept as we have wept,
    It is something to have done as we have done,It is something to have watched when all men slept,
  • 58.  
    Dark the sea was: but I saw him,
    One great head with goggle eyes,Like a diabolic cherub
  • 59.  
    St George he was for England.
    And before he killed the dragonHe drank a pint of English ale
  • 60.  
    Though the whole heaven be one-eyed with the moon,
    Though the dead landscape seem a thing possessed, Yet I go singing through that land oppressed
  • 61.  
    Name not his deed: in shuddering and in haste
    We dragged him darkly o'er the windy fell:That night there was a gibbet in the waste,
  • 62.  
    When fishes flew and forests walked
    And figs grew upon thorn,Some moment when the moon was blood
  • 63.  
    Witness all: that unrepenting,
    Feathers flying, music high,I go down to death unshaken
  • 64.  
    Though giant rains put out the sun,
    Here stand I for a sign.Though earth be filled with waters dark,
  • 65.  
    After one moment when I bowed my head
    And the whole world turned over and came upright,And I came out where the old road shone white,
  • 66.  
    Through what fierce incarnations, furled
    In fire and darkness, did I go,Ere I was worthy in the world
  • 67.  
    In the years of the peace of Wessex,
    When the good King sat at home;Years following on that bloody boon
  • 68.  
    Away in the waste of White Horse Down
    An idle child alonePlayed some small game through hours that pass,
  • 69.  
    As the sea flooding the flat sands
    Flew on the sea-born horde,The two hosts shocked with dust and din,
  • 70.  
    King Guthrum was a dread king,
    Like death out of the north;Shrines without name or number
  • 71.  
    Thick thunder of the snorting swine,
    Enormous in the gloam,Rending among all roots that cling,
  • 72.  
    In a tree that yawned and twisted

  • 73.  
    Up across windy wastes and up
    Went Alfred over the shaws,Shaken of the joy of giants,
  • 74.  
    Before the gods that made the gods
    Had seen their sunrise pass,The White Horse of the White Horse Vale
  • 75.  
    Of great limbs gone to chaos,
    A great face turned to night-Why bend above a shapeless shroud
  • 76.  
    Five kings rule o'er the Amorite,
    Mighty as fear and old as night;Swathed with unguent and gold and jewel,
  • 77.  
    A bird flew out at the break of day
    From the nest where it had curled,And ere the eve the bird had set
  • 78.  
    The Devil is a gentleman, and asks you down to stay
    At his little place at What'sitsname (it isn't far away).They say the sport is splendid; there is always something new,
  • 79.  
    A child sits in a sunny place,
    Too happy for a smile,And plays through one long holiday
  • 80.  
    Impetuously I sprang from bed,
    Long before lunch was up,That I might drain the dizzy dew
  • 81.  
    I cut a staff in a churchyard copse,
    I clad myself in ragged things,I set a feather in my cap
  • 82.  
    White founts falling in the courts of the sun,
    And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run;There is laughter like the fountains in that face of all men feared,
  • 83.  
    This circled cosmos whereof man is god
    Has suns and stars of green and gold and red,And cloudlands of great smoke, that range o'er range
  • 84.  
    If the stars fell; night's nameless dreams
    Of bliss and blasphemy came true,If skies were green and snow were gold,
  • 85.  
    Between a meadow and a cloud that sped
    In rain and twilight, in desire and fear. I heard a secret-hearken in your ear,
  • 86.  
    Lo! I am come to autumn,
    When all the leaves are gold;Grey hairs and golden leaves cry out
  • 87.  
    The sun was black with judgment, and the moon
    Blood: but betweenI saw a man stand, saying, ‘To me at least
  • 88.  
    I cannot count the pebbles in the brook.
    Well hath He spoken: ‘Swear not by thy head, Thou knowest not the hairs,' though He, we read,
  • 89.  
    The men that worked for England
    They have their graves at home:And birds and bees of England
  • 90.  
    There is one sin: to call a green leaf grey,
    Whereat the sun in heaven shuddereth.There is one blasphemy: for death to pray,
  • 91.  
    Before the grass grew over me,
    I knew one good man through and through,And knew a soul and body joined
  • 92.  
    A mountainous and mystic brute
    No rein can curb, no arrow shoot,Upon whose domed deformed back
  • 93.  
    If trees were tall and grasses short,
    As in some crazy tale,If here and there a sea were blue
  • 94.  
    I saw an old man like a child,
    His blue eyes bright, his white hair wild,Who turned for ever, and might not stop,
  • 95.  
    How many million stars there be,
    That only God hath numbered;But this one only chosen for me
  • 96.  
    On must we go: we search dead leaves,
    We chase the sunset's saddest flames,The nameless hues that o'er and o'er
  • 97.  
    ‘A Bill which has shocked the conscience of every Christian
    community in Europe.' -Mr. F.E. Smith, on the WelshDisestablishment Bill.
  • 98.  
    This is the weird of a world-old folk,
    That not till the last link breaks,Not till the night is blackest,
  • 99.  
    Britannia needs no Boulevards,
    No spaces wide and gay:Her march was through the crooked streets
  • 100.  
    Blessings there are of cradle and of clan,
    Blessings that fall of priests' and princes' hands; But never blessing full of lives and lands,
Total 117 poems written by G. K. Chesterton

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