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On the Disastrous Spread of Aestheticism in all Classes

Impetuously I sprang from bed,

Long before lunch was up,

That I might drain the dizzy dew

From the day's first golden cup.

In swift devouring ecstasy

Each toil in turn was done;

I had done lying on the lawn

Three minutes after one.

by Gilbert Keith Chesterton

The Fat White Woman Speaks

(An answer to Frances Cornford)

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 as such?

And how the devil can you be sure,

by Gilbert Keith Chesterton

The Deluge

Though giant rains put out the sun,

Here stand I for a sign.

Though earth be filled with waters dark,

My cup is filled with wine.

Tell to the trembling priests that here

Under the deluge rod,

One nameless, tattered, broken man

Stood up, and drank to God.

by Gilbert Keith Chesterton

The Song against Grocers

God made the wicked Grocer

For a mystery and a sign,

That men might shun the awful shops

And go to inns to dine;

Where the bacon's on the rafter

And the wine is in the wood,

And God that made good laughter

Has seen that they are good.

by Gilbert Keith Chesterton

The Convert

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,

I walked the ways and heard what all men said,

Forests of tongues, like autumn leaves unshed,

Being not unlovable but strange and light;

Old riddles and new creeds, not in despite

But softly, as men smile about the dead.

by Gilbert Keith Chesterton

The House of Christmas

There fared a mother driven forth

Out of an inn to roam;

In the place where she was homeless

All men are at home.

The crazy stable close at hand,

With shaking timber and shifting sand,

Grew a stronger thing to abide and stand

Than the square stones of Rome.

by Gilbert Keith Chesterton

The Song of the Strange Ascetic

If I had been a Heathen,

I'd have praised the purple vine,

My slaves should dig the vineyards,

And I would drink the wine.

But Higgins is a Heathen,

And his slaves grow lean and grey,

That he may drink some tepid milk

Exactly twice a day.

by Gilbert Keith Chesterton

The Myth of Arthur

O learned man who never learned to learn,

Save to deduce, by timid steps and small,

From towering smoke that fire can never burn

And from tall tales that men were never tall.

Say, have you thought what manner of man it is

Of who men say "He could strike giants down" ?

Or what strong memories over time's abyss

Bore up the pomp of Camelot and the crown.

by Gilbert Keith Chesterton

The New Freethinker

John Grubby who was short and stout

And troubled with religious doubt,

Refused about the age of three

To sit upon the curate's knee;

(For so the eternal strife must rage

Between the spirit of the age

And Dogma, which, as is well known,

Does simply hate to be outgrown).

by Gilbert Keith Chesterton

Ecclesiastes

There is one sin: to call a green leaf gray,

Whereat the sun in heaven shuddereth.

There is one blasphemy: for death to pray,

For God alone knoweth the praise of death.

There is one creed: ’’neath no world-terror’s wing

Apples forget to grow on apple-trees.

There is one thing is needful everything

The rest is vanity of vanities.

by Gilbert Keith Chesterton

The Rev. Isaiah Bunter has disappeared into the interior of the Solomon Islands, and it is feared that he may have been devoured by the natives, as there has been a considerable revival of religious customs among the Polynesians.—A real paragraph from a real Paper; only the names altered.

It was Isaiah Bunter

Who sailed to the world's end,

And spread religion in a way

That he did not intend.

He gave, if not the gospel-feast,

At least a ritual meal;

And in a highly painful sense

by Gilbert Keith Chesterton

The Latest School

See the flying French depart

Like the bees of Bonaparte,

Swarming up with a most venomous vitality.

Over Baden and Bavaria,

And Brighton and Bulgaria,

Thus violating Belgian neutrality.

And the injured Prussian may

Not unreasonably say

by Gilbert Keith Chesterton