Gilbert Keith Chesterton

                                  Donkey

     When fishes flew and forests walk'd
     And figs grew upon thorn,
     Some moment when the moon was blood
     Then surely I was born;

     With monstrous head and sickening cry
     And ears like errant wings,
     The devil's walking parody
     On all four-footed things.

     The tatter'd outlaw of the earth,
     Of ancient crooked will;
     Starve, scourge, deride 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.