G K Chesterton

The Ballad of St. Barbara G K Chesterton

Book Excerptarth as once in Eden standingSo plain again we see Thee what thou art, As in this blaze, the blasting and the brandingOf this wild wedding where we meet and part. THE MYSTERYIf sunset clouds could grow on treesIt would but match the may in flower; And skies be underneath the seasNo topsyturvier than a shower. If mountains rose on wings to wanderThey 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 knowThat man's first heaven is far behind; Unless the blazing seraph's blowHas left him in the garden blind. Witness, O Sun that blinds our eyes, Unthinkable and unthankable King, That though all other wonder diesI wonder at not wondering."THE MYTH OF ARTHUR"O learned man who never learned to learn, Save to deduce, by timid steps and small, From towering smoke that fire