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. 

1. Tribute to Gladstone
2. Confessional
3. Eternities
4. The New Fiction
5. To Captain Fryatt

Edward Sill (Эдвард Силл) The Mystery ("I NEVER know why 't is I love thee so")

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