Chattering finch and water-fly
Are not merrier than I;
Here among the flowers I lie
Laughing everlastingly.
No; I may not tell the best;
Surely, friends, I might have guessed
Death was but the good King's jest,
It was hid so carefully.
More verses by Gilbert Keith Chesterton
- The Great Minimum
- The Song Against Grocers
- Gloria In Profundis
- The New Freethinker
- The House Of Christmas