Gilbert Keith Chesterton (Гилберт Кит Честертон)

Gold Leaves

Lo! I am come to autumn,
When all the leaves are gold;
Grey hairs and golden leaves cry out
The year and I are old.

In youth I sought the prince of men,
Captain in cosmic wars,
Our Titan, even the weeds would show
Defiant, to the stars.

But now a great thing in the street
Seems any human nod,
Where shift in strange democracy
The million masks of God.

In youth I sought the golden flower
Hidden in wood or wold,
But I am come to autumn,
When all the leaves are gold. 

1. The New Fiction
2. The Deluge
3. The Strange Music
4. On the Disastrous Spread of Aestheticism in all Classes
5. The Song of Right and Wrong

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