by G.K. Chesterton
God made thee mightily, my love,
He stretched His hands out of His rest
And lit the star of east and west,
Brooding o'er darkness like a dove
God made thee mightily, my love.
God made thee patiently, my sweet,
Out of all stars He chose a star,
He made it red with sunset bar
And green with greeting for thy feet.
God made thee mightily, my sweet.
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Another of Chesterton's love poems for Frances. It's a beautiful thought, that all of creation was leading up to Frances, that the green of the world was only made to greet her feet.
*sentimental sigh*
3 comments:
Chesterton's poetry is great, especially his love poetry, religious poetry and satire. Its a shame only the Ballad of the White Horse and Lepanto seem commonly read.
:: sigh ::
Yes, a crying shame. I mean to post a lot more Chesterton poetry this summer.
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