I tell you not for your comfort,
Yea, naught for your desire,
Save that the sky grows darker yet
And the sea rises higher.
G.K. Chesterton, “The Ballad of the White Horse”
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Terry Teachout on the arts in New York City
I tell you not for your comfort,
Yea, naught for your desire,
Save that the sky grows darker yet
And the sea rises higher.
G.K. Chesterton, “The Ballad of the White Horse”