Monday, October 17, 2016

an old man with a box

via (Doctor Who)
Up through an empty house of stars,
Being what heart you are,
Up in the inhuman steeps of space
As on a staircase go in grace,
Carrying the firelight on your face
Beyond the loneliest star.

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from the introduction to The Balled of the White Horse, by G. K. Chesterton

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