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Gilbert Keith Chesterton (Гилберт Кит Честертон)


The Mystery


If sunset clouds could grow on trees
It would but match the may in flower;
And skies be underneath the seas
No topsyturvier than a shower.

If mountains rose on wings to wander
They were no wilder than a cloud;
Yet all my praise is mean as slander,
Mean as these mean words spoken aloud.

And never more than now I know
That man's first heaven is far behind;
Unless the blazing seraph's blow
Has left him in the garden blind.

Witness, O Sun that blinds our eyes,
Unthinkable and unthankable King,
That though all other wonder dies
I wonder at not wondering. 



Gilbert Keith Chesterton's other poems:
  1. Tribute to Gladstone
  2. Confessional
  3. Eternities
  4. The New Fiction
  5. To Captain Fryatt


Poems of another poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • Paul Dunbar (Пол Данбар) The Mystery ("I was not; now I am--a few days hence")
  • Edward Sill (Эдвард Силл) The Mystery ("I NEVER know why 't is I love thee so")

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