. The year's at the spring; an anthology of recent poetry. 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. WITH MONSTROUS HEAD AND SICKENING CRY
. The year's at the spring; an anthology of recent poetry. 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. WITH MONSTROUS HEAD AND SICKENING CRY AND EARS LIKE ERRANT WINGS 36 THE YEARS • AT • 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.
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