O learned man who never learned to learn, <br />Save to deduce, by timid steps and small, <br />From towering smoke that fire can never burn <br />And from tall tales that men were never tall. <br />Say, have you thought what manner of man it is <br />Of who men say "He could strike giants down" ? <br />Or what strong memories over time's abyss <br />Bore up the pomp of Camelot and the crown. <br />And why one banner all the background fills, <br />Beyond the pageants of so many spears, <br />And by what witchery in the western hills <br />A throne stands empty for a thousand years. <br />Who hold, unheeding this immense impact, <br />Immortal story for a mortal sin; <br />Lest human fable touch historic fact, <br />Chase myths like moths, and fight them with a pin. <br />Take comfort; rest--there needs not this ado. <br />You shall not be a myth, I promise you.<br /><br />Gilbert Keith Chesterton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-myth-of-arthur/
