An Answer to Frances Cornford by G. K. Chesterton

Why do you rush through the fields in trains,
Guessing so much and so much.
Why do you flash through the flowery meads,
Fat-head poet that nobody reads;
And why do you know such a frightful lot
About people in gloves and such?

by G. K. Chesterton

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