When fishes flew and forests walked
And figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was blood
Then surely I was born.
With monstrous head and sickening cry
And ears like errant wings,
The devil’s walking parody
Of all four-footed things.
The tatter’d outlaw of the earth
Of ancient crooked will
Starve, scourge, deride me, I am dumb
I keep my secret still.
Fools! Far off wise and proud- I also had my hour;
One far fierce hour and sweet:
When there were shouts about my ears,
And palms beneath my feet!
-G.K. Chesterton
