The Wild Knight and Other Poems. Гилберт Кит Честертон
Skeleton
Thou Shalt Not Kill a Certain Evening
The Ballad of the Battle of Gibeon
Another tattered rhymster in the ring,With but the old plea to the sneering schools,That on him too, some secret night in springCame the old frenzy of a hundred foolsTo 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,