28 November 2019

28 November, A Chesterton Calendar


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. 

 'The Wild Knight.'

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