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The Sword of Suprise

Sunder me from my bones, O sword of God

Till they stand stark and strange as do the trees;

That I whose heart goes up with the soaring woods

May marvel as much at these.

Sunder me from my blood that in the dark

I hear that red ancestral river run

Like branching buried floods that find the sea

But never see the sun.

by Gilbert Keith Chesterton

The Song of Education

III. For the Creche

Form 8277059, Sub-Section K

I remember my mother, the day that we met,

A thing I shall never entirely forget;

And I toy with the fancy that, young as I am,

I should know her again if we met in a tram.

But mother is happy in turning a crank

That increases the balance in somebody's bank;

by Gilbert Keith Chesterton

Wine and Water

Old Noah he had an ostrich farm and fowls on the largest scale,

He ate his egg with a ladle in a egg-cup big as a pail,

And the soup he took was Elephant Soup and fish he took was Whale,

But they all were small to the cellar he took when he set out to sail,

And Noah he often said to his wife when he sat down to dine,

"I don't care where the water goes if it doesn't get into the wine."

The cataract of the cliff of heaven fell blinding off the brink

As if it would wash the stars away as suds go down a sink,

by Gilbert Keith Chesterton

The New Omar

A Book of verses underneath the bough,

Provided that the verses do not scan,

A loaf of bread, a jug of wine and Thou,

Short-haired, all angles, looking like a man.

But let the wine be unfermented, Pale,

Of chemicals compounded, God knows how—

This were indeed the Prophet's Paradise,

O Paradise were Wilderness enow.

by Gilbert Keith Chesterton

A Fairy Tale

All things grew upwards, foul and fair:

The great trees fought and beat the air

With monstrous wings that would have flown;

But the old earth clung to her own,

Holding them back from heavenly wars,

Though every flower sprang at the stars.

But he broke free: while all things ceased,

Some hour increasing, he increased.

by Gilbert Keith Chesterton

When Fishes Flew

When fishes flew and forests walked

And figs grew upon thorn

Some moment when the moon was blood

Then surely I was born.

With monstrous head and sickening cry

And ears like errant wings

The devil's walking parody

On all four-footed things.

by Gilbert Keith Chesterton

Gold Leaves

Lo! I am come to autumn,

When all the leaves are gold;

Grey hairs and golden leaves cry out

The year and I are old.

In youth I sought the prince of men,

Captain in cosmic wars,

Our Titan, even the weeds would show

Defiant, to the stars.

by Gilbert Keith Chesterton

A Child of the Snows

There is heard a hymn when the panes are dim,

And never before or again,

When the nights are strong with a darkness long,

And the dark is alive with rain.

Never we know but in sleet and in snow,

The place where the great fires are,

That the midst of the earth is a raging mirth

And the heart of the earth a star.

by Gilbert Keith Chesterton

The Holy of Holies

‘Elder father, though thine eyes

Shine with hoary mysteries,

Canst thou tell what in the heart

Of a cowslip blossom lies?

‘Smaller than all lives that be,

Secret as the deepest sea,

Stands a little house of seeds,

by Gilbert Keith Chesterton

The Englishman

St George he was for England,

And before he killed the dragon

He drank a pint of English ale

Out of an English flagon.

For though he fast right readily

In hair-shirt or in mail,

It isn't safe to give him cakes

Unless you give him ale.

by Gilbert Keith Chesterton

The Wife Of Flanders

Low and brown barns, thatched and repatched and tattered,

Where I had seven sons until to-day,

A little hill of hay your spur has scattered. . . .

This is not Paris. You have lost your way.

You, staring at your sword to find it brittle,

Surprised at the surprise that was your plan,

Who, shaking and breaking barriers not a little,

Find never more the death-door of Sedan —

by Gilbert Keith Chesterton

To Belloc

For every tiny town or place

God made the stars especially;

Babies look up with owlish face

And see them tangled in a tree;

You saw a moon from Sussex Downs,

A Sussex moon, untravelled still,

I saw a moon that was the town's,

The largest lamp on Campden Hill.

by Gilbert Keith Chesterton