When fishes flew and forests walked <br />And figs grew upon thorn, <br />Some moment when the moon was blood, <br />Then surely I was born; <br /> <br />With monstrous head and sickening cry <br />And ears like errant wings, <br />The devil's walking parody <br />On all four-footed things. <br /> <br />The tattered outlaw of the earth, <br />Of ancient crooked will; <br />Starve, scourge, deride me: I am dumb, <br />I keep my secret still. <br /> <br />Fools! For I also had my hour; <br />One far fierce hour and sweet: <br />There was a shout about my ears, <br />And palms before my feet.<br /><br />Gilbert Keith Chesterton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-donkey/
