Why do you rush through the fields in trains, <br />Guessing so much and so much. <br />Why do you flash through the flowery meads, <br />Fat-head poet that nobody reads; <br />And why do you know such a frightful lot <br />About people in gloves and such?<br /><br />Gilbert Keith Chesterton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-answer-to-frances-cornford-2/
