The New Omar
G. K. Chesterton
A Book of verses underneath the bough, Provided that the verses do not scan, A loaf of bread, a jug of wine and Thou, Short-haired, all angles, looking like a man. But let the wine be unfermented, Pale, Of chemicals compounded, God knows how— This were indeed the Prophet’s Paradise, O Paradise were Wilderness enow.
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