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Title: A Ballade Of The First Rain
Author: G. K. Chesterton [
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The sky is blue with summer and the sun,
The woods are brown as autumn with the tan,
It might as well be Tropics and be done,
I might as well be born a copper Khan;
I fashion me an oriental fan
Made of the wholly unreceipted bills
Brought by the ice-man, sleeping in his van
(A storm is coming on the Chiltern Hills).
I read the Young Philosophers for fun
--Fresh as our sorrow for the late Queen Anne--
The Dionysians whom a pint would stun,
The Pantheists who never heard of Pan.
--But through my hair electric needles ran,
And on my book a gout of water spills,
And on the skirts of heaven the guns began
(A storm is coming on the Chiltern Hills).
O fields of England, cracked and dry and dun,
O soul of England, sick of words, and wan!--
The clouds grow dark;--the down-rush has begun.
--It comes, it comes, as holy darkness can,
Black as with banners, ban and arriere-ban;
A falling laughter all the valley fills,
Deep as God's thunder and the thirst of man:
(A storm is coming on the Chiltern Hills).
ENVOI
Prince, Prince-Elective on the modern plan
Fulfilling such a lot of People's Wills,
You take the Chiltern Hundreds while you can--
A storm is coming on the Chiltern Hills.
[The end]
G K Chesterton's poem: Ballade Of The First Rain
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