. The year's at the spring; an anthology of recent poetry. The Donkey HEN 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 devils walking parody On all four-footed things. The tattered outlaw of the earth, Of ancient crooked will;Starve, scourge, deride me : I am dumb, I keep my secret still. Fools ! For I also had my hour ; One far fierce hour and sweet:There was a shout about my ears. And palms before my feet. G. K. CHESTERTON36 THE ? TEARS ? A7 ? THE ? SPR
. The year's at the spring; an anthology of recent poetry. The Donkey HEN 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 devils walking parody On all four-footed things. The tattered outlaw of the earth, Of ancient crooked will;Starve, scourge, deride me : I am dumb, I keep my secret still. Fools ! For I also had my hour ; One far fierce hour and sweet:There was a shout about my ears. And palms before my feet. G. K. CHESTERTON36 THE ? TEARS ? A7 ? THE ? SPRING The Early Morning THE moon on the one hand, the dawn on theother:The moon Is my sister, the dawn is moon on my left and the dawn on my brother, good morning: my sister, good night. HILAIRE BELLOC. THE ? VEERS ? at: ? THE ? SPRING The South Country WHEN I am living in the MidlandsThat are sodden and unkind,I light my lamp in the evening:My work is left behind ;And the great hills of the South CountryCome back into my mind. The great hills of the South Country They stand along the sea ;And its there walking in the high woods That I could wish to be,And the men that were boys when I was a boy Walking along with me. The men that live in North England I saw them for a day:Their hearts are set upon the waste fells, Their skies are fast and grey;From their castle-walls a man may see The mountains far away. 38 rHE TEARS • Ar • THE - SPRING The men that Hve in West England They see the Severn strong,A-rolling on rough water brown Light aspen leaves have the secret of the Rocks, And the oldest kind of song. But the men that live in the South Country Are the kindest and most get their laughter from the loud surf, And the faith in their happy eyesComes sure
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