I do not cry, beloved, neither curse. <br />Silence and strength, these two at least are good. <br />He gave me sun and start and aught He could, <br />But not a woman's love; for that is hers. <br /> <br />He sealed her heart from sage and questioner -- <br />Yea, with seven seals, as he has sealed the grave. <br />And if she give it to a drunken slave, <br />The Day of Judgment shall not challenge her. <br /> <br />Only this much: if one, deserving well, <br />Touching your thin young hands and making suit, <br />Feel not himself a crawling thing, a brute, <br />Buried and bricked in a forgotten hell; <br /> <br />Prophet and poet be he over sod, <br />Prince among angels in the highest place, <br />God help me, I will smite him on the face, <br />Before the glory of the face of God.<br /><br />Gilbert Keith Chesterton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-unpardonable-sin-3/
