Explore "The Wild Knight and other Poems: the Unpardonable Sin" by G.K. Chesterton on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
I do not cry, beloved, neither curse. / Silence and strength, these two at least are good. / He gave me sun and stars and ought He could, / But not a woman's love; for that is hers.
He sealed her heart from sage and questioner -- / Yea, with seven seals, as he has sealed the grave. / And if she give it to a drunken slave, / The Day of Judgment shall not challenge her.
Only this much: if one, deserving well, / Touching your thin young hands and making suit, / Feel not himself a crawling thing, a brute, / Buried and bricked in a forgotten hell;
Prophet and poet be he over sod, / Prince among angels in the highest place, / God help me, I will smite him on the face, / Before the glory of the face of God.