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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