January 22, 2006

ANOTHER YEAR FOR ROE:

By the Babe Unborn (G.K. Chesterton)

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 the 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.

Posted by Matt Murphy at January 22, 2006 8:18 PM
Comments

An acknowledgment is due to Ben Domenech, who posted this excellent poem on his blog one year ago.

Posted by: Matt Murphy at January 22, 2006 9:10 PM
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