If trees were tall and grasses short, <br />As in some crazy tale, <br />If here and there a sea were blue <br />Beyond the breaking pale, <br /> <br />If a fixed fire hung in the air <br />To warm me one day through, <br />If deep green hair grew on great hills, <br />I know what I should do. <br /> <br />In dark I lie; dreaming that there <br />Are great eyes cold or kind, <br />And twisted streets and silent doors, <br />And living men behind. <br /> <br />Let storm clouds come: better an hour, <br />And leave to weep and fight, <br />Than all the ages I have ruled <br />The empires of the night. <br /> <br />I think that if they gave me leave <br />Within the world to stand, <br />I would be good through all the day <br />I spent in fairyland. <br /> <br />They should not hear a word from me <br />Of selfishness or scorn, <br />If only I could find the door, <br />If only I were born.<br /><br />Gilbert Keith Chesterton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/by-the-babe-unborn/
