With a foreword by G.K. Chesterton
d all our fairy seed.
Voices hummed as of a multitude
Crowding from their lowly sod;
'Twas the stricken daisies where I stood,
Crying to the daisies' God.
Away, the old monks said,
From lilting overhead
You heard some mother croon
Beneath the harvest moon.
Go, hum it in the hive,
The old monks said,
For we were once alive
Who now are dead.
OUTSIDE THE CARLTON
The death of the grey withered grass
Of man's is a sign,
And his life is as wine
That is spilt from a half-shivered glass.
At a quarter to nine
Went Dives to dine ...
(Man, it is said, is as grass.)
Riches and plunder had met
To furnish his feast--
Both succulent beast
And fish from the fisherman's net;
While he tasteth of dishes
And all his soul wishes--
Nor knoweth his hour hath been set.
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