The Ballad Of The White Horse

By: Chesterton, G. K.

Before the gods that made the gods Had seen their sunrise pass, The White Horse of the White Horse Vale Was cut out of the grass. Before the gods that made the gods Had drunk at dawn their fill, The White Horse of the White Horse Vale Was hoary on the hill. Age beyond age on British land, Aeons on aeons gone, Was peace and war in western hills, And the White Horse looked on. For the White Horse knew England When there was none to know; He saw the first oar break or bend, He saw heaven fall and the world end, O God, how long ago. For the end of the world was long ago, And all we dwell to-day As children of some second birth, Like a strange people left on earth After a judgment day. For the end of the world was long ago, When the ends of the world waxed free, When Rome was sunk in a waste of slaves, And the sun drowned in the sea. When Caesar's sun fell out of the sky And whoso hearkened right Could only hear the plunging Of the nations in the night.

• Format: Paperback
• Language: English
• ISBN: B08ZBJQZBD
• ISBN13: 9798723362383
• Release Date: January 1
• Publisher: Independently Published
• Length: 70 Pages
• Weight: 0.30 lbs.
• Dimensions: 0.1" x 7.0" x 10.0"