English Poetry. Gilbert Keith Chesterton. A Cider Song. Гилберт Кит Честертон.

Gilbert Keith Chesterton (Гилберт Кит Честертон)

A Cider Song

To J.S.M.

The wine they drink in Paradise
They make in Haute Lorraine;
God brought it burning from the sod
To be a sign and signal rod
That they that drink the blood of God
Shall never thirst again.

The wine they praise in Paradise
They make in Ponterey,
The purple wine of Paradise,
But we have better at the price;
It's wine they praise in Paradise,
It's cider that they pray.

The wine they want in Paradise
They find in Plodder's End,
The apple wine of Herford,
Of Hafod Hill and Herford,
Where woods went down to Herford,
And there I had a friend.

The soft feet of the blessed go
In the soft western vales,
The road of the silent saints accord,
The road from heaven to Herford,
Where the apple wood of Herford
Goes all the way to Wales. 

Gilbert Keith Chesterton’s other poems:

1. Tribute to Gladstone
2. The New Fiction
3. Alliterativism
4. Confessional
5. On the Disastrous Spread of Aestheticism in all Classes

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