Greybeards at Play

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Greybeards at Play  (1900)  by Gilbert Keith Chesterton
A Dedication

A Dedication[edit]

TO E.C.B.

He was, through boyhood's storm and shower,

My best, my nearest friend;

We wore one hat, smoked one cigar,

One standing at each end.

We were two hearts with single hope,

Two faces in one hood;

I knew the secrets of his youth;

I watched his every mood.

The little things that none but I

Saw were beyond his wont,

The streaming hair, the tie behind,

The coat tails worn in front.

I marked the absent-minded scream,

The little nervous trick

Of rolling in the grate, with eyes

By friendship's light made quick.

But youth's black storms are gone and past,

Bare is each aged brow;

And, since with age we're growing bald,

Let us be babies now.

Learning we knew; but still to-day,

With spelling-book devotion,

Words of one syllable we seek

In moments of emotion.

Riches we knew; and well dressed dolls--

Dolls living--who expressed

No filial thoughts, however much

You thumped them in the chest.

Old happiness is grey as we,

And we may still outstrip her;

If we be slippered pantaloons,

Oh let us hunt the slipper!

The old world glows with colours clear;

And if, as saith the saint,

The world is but a painted show,

Oh let us lick the paint!

Far, far behind are morbid hours,

And lonely hearts that bleed.

Far, far behind us are the days,

When we were old indeed.

Leave we the child: he is immersed

With scientists and mystics:

With deep prophetic voice he cries

Canadian food statistics.

But now I know how few and small,

The things we crave need be--

Toys and the universe and you--

A little friend to tea.

Behold the simple sum of things,

Where, in one splendour spun,

The stars go round the Mulberry Bush,

The Burning Bush, the Sun.

Now we are old and wise and grey,

And shaky at the knees;

Now is the true time to delight

In picture books like these.

Hoary and bent I dance one hour:

What though I die at morn?

There is a shout among the stars,

"To-night a child is born."