The Mystery

Homage to Asher B. Durand. Thomas Locker.


The Mystery

G.K. Chesterton


If sunset clouds could grow on trees

It would but match the may in flower;

And skies be underneath the seas

No topsyturvier than a shower.


If mountains rose on wings to wander

They were no wilder than a cloud;

Yet all my praise is mean as slander,

Mean as these mean words spoken aloud.


And never more than now I know

That man’s first heaven is far behind;

Unless the blazing seraph’s bloq

Has left him in the garden blind.


Witness, O Sun that blinds our eyes,

Unthinkable and unthankable King,

That though all other wonder dies

I wonder not at wondering.

2 thoughts on “The Mystery”

  1. I wrote a poem with a similar theme and atmosphere which I also titled “The Mystery”… How funny.

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