Gilbert Chesterton

The Wild Knight Gilbert Chesterton

My eyes are full of lonely mirth: Reeling with want and worn with scars, For pride of every stone on earth, I shake my spear at all the stars. A live bat beats my crest above, Lean foxes nose where I have trod, And on my naked face the love Which is the loneliness of God. Outlawed: since that great day gone by- When before prince and pope and queen I stood and spoke a blasphemy- 'Behold the summer leaves are green.'