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 54 GILBERT K. CHESTERTON

��THE WIFE OF FLANDERS

Low and brown barns thatched and repatched and tattered

Where I had seven sons until to-day, A little hill of hay your spur has scattered. ..

This is not Paris. You have lost the way.

You, staring at your sword to find it brittle, Surprised at the surprise that was your plan.

Who, shaking and breaking barriers not a little, Find never more the death-door of Sedan.

Must I for more than carnage call you claimant. Paying you a penny for each son you slay ?

Man, the whole globe in gold were no repayment For what you have lost. And how shall I repay ?

What is the price of that red spark that caught me From a kind farm that never had a name ? What is the price of that dead man they brought me? For other dead men do not look the same.

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