Love's Trappist
G. K. Chesterton
1874 to 1936
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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Cry to my brethren, though the world be old,
I am Love's Trappist and you ask in vain,
Where laurels wither and the daisies grow.
Goeth alone and comes not back again.
Lo: I too join the brotherhood of silence,
Where tablets stand wiped naked for a token,
Prophets and sages, questioners and doubters,
For man through Love's gate, even as through Death's gate,
O world, old world, the best hath ne'er been told!
Where scrolls are torn and on a wild wind go,
There is a place where lute and lyre are broken,
Yet here I pause, look back across the threshold.