When fishes flew and forests walked

And figs¹ grew upon thorn

Some moment when the moon was blood

Then surely I was born.

With monstrous² head and sickening cry

And ears like errant wings

The devil's walking parody³

On all four-footed things.

The tattered⁴ outlaw⁵ of the earth.

Of ancient crooked⁶ will；

Starve， scourge⁷， deride⁸ me： I am dumb

I keep my secret still.

Fools！ For I also had my hour；

One far fierce hour and sweet：

There was a shout about my ears，

And palms before my feet.

G.K.Chesterton， 1894 - 1936