My favourite poem

G K Chesterton, of course:

For Four Guilds

( Eighteen rather long stanzas )

I know not where to find today sentences so honed and stresses so artfully wrought. It may be that this is a niche that is filled; that anyone with the skill and the desire to write in that mode has the wit to look on Chesterton and on Kipling and see that they are outmatched.