If all the world were pen and ink <br />And all the folk were sorrow, <br />If all the trees were burly breeze <br />And Wednesdays, come tomorrow, <br />If all the stars were out of sight <br />And snow fell softly overnight, <br />If all we woke to morning white <br />Who’d lantern light the morrow? <br /> <br />If all the earth were beaten gold <br />And all the fields were fallow, <br />If all the bees were try-to-please <br />And all the mud marshmallow, <br />If all the children walked away <br />To never change from day to day <br />But gambolled in the autumn hay, <br />Who’d taper light the tallow? <br /> <br />29 November 1972<br /><br />David Lewis Paget<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pen-and-ink/
