Wednesday, October 09, 2013

by G. K. Chesterton

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 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.
Originally posted 11/4/07

I think that...

poor Meranda was going to get a chill... Time to update. =)


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