Explore "The Wild Knight and other Poems: the End of Fear" by G.K. Chesterton on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Though the whole heaven be one-eyed with the moon, / Though the dead landscape seem a thing possessed, / Yet I go singing through that land oppressed / As one that singeth through the flowers of June.
No more, with forest-fingers crawling free / O'er dark flint wall that seems a wall of eyes, / Shall evil break my soul with mysteries / Of some world-poison maddening bush and tree.
No more shall leering ghosts of pimp and king / With bloody secrets veiled before me stand. / Last night I held all evil in my hand / Closed: and behold it was a little thing.
I broke the infernal gates and looked on him / Who fronts the strong creation with a curse; / Even the god of a lost universe, / Smiling above his hideous cherubim.
And pierced far down in his soul's crypt unriven / The last black crooked sympathy and shame, / And hailed him with that ringing rainbow name / Erased upon the oldest book in heaven.
Like emptied idiot masks, sin's loves and wars / Stare at me now: for in the night I broke / The bubble of a great world's jest, and woke / Laughing with laughter such as shakes the stars.