Page:Chesterton - The Ballad of St. Barbara and other verses, 1922.djvu/9

 TO F. C. IN MEMORIAM PALESTINE, '19

O you remember one immortal Lost moment out of time and space, What time we thought, who passed the portal Of that divine disastrous place Where Life was slain and Truth was slandered On that one holier hill than Rome, How far abroad our bodies wandered That evening when our souls came home?

The mystic city many-gated, With monstrous columns, was your own: Herodian stones fell down and waited Two thousand years to be your throne. In the grey rocks the burning blossom Glowed terrible as the sacred blood: It was no stranger to your bosom Than bluebells of an English wood.

Do you remember a road that follows The way of unforgotten feet. Where from the waste of rocks and hollows Climb up the crawling crooked street