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-2/
