Explore "The Ballad of the White Horse" by G.K. Chesterton on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Up across windy wastes and up / Went Alfred over the shaws, / Shaken of the joy of giants, / The joy without a cause.
In the slopes away to the western bays, / Where blows not ever a tree, / He washed his soul in the west wind / And his body in the sea.