Gilbert Keith Chesterton



                   Gold Leaves


                   Lo! I am come to autumn,
                     When all the leaves are gold;
                   Grey hairs and golden leaves cry out
                     The year and I are old.

                   In youth I sought the prince of men,
                     Captain in cosmic wars,
                   Our Titan, even the weeds would show
                     Defiant, to the stars.

                   But now a great thing in the street
                     Seems any human nod,
                   Where shift in strange democracy
                     The million masks of God.

                   In youth I sought the golden flower
                     Hidden in wood or wold,
                   But I am come to autumn,
                     When all the leaves are gold.


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