No. 5. MR. G. K. CHESTERTON
Reading edition
When I leapt over Tower Bridge There were three that watched below, A bald man and a hairy man, And a man like Ikey Mo. When I leapt over London Bridge They quailed to see my tears, As terrible as a shaken sword And many shining spears. But when I leapt over Blackfriars The pigeons on St. Paul’s Grew ghastly white as they saw the sight Like an awful sun that falls; And all along from Ludgate To the wonder of Charing Cross, The devil flew through a host of hearts— A messenger of loss. With a rumour of ghostly things that pass With a thunderous pennon of pain, To a land where the sky is as red as the grass, And the sun as green as the rain.