Explore "The Wild Knight and other Poems: the Song of the Children" by G.K. Chesterton on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
The World is ours till sunset, / Holly and fire and snow; / And the name of our dead brother / Who loved us long ago.
The grown folk mighty and cunning, / They write his name in gold; / But we can tell a little / Of the million tales he told.
He taught them laws and watchwords, / To preach and struggle and pray; / But he taught us deep in the hayfield / The games that the angels play.
Had he stayed here for ever, / Their world would be wise as ours -- / And the king be cutting capers, / And the priest be picking flowers.
But the dark day came: they gathered: / On their faces we could see / They had taken and slain our brother, / And hanged him on a tree.