To a Lady Seen From the Train

O why do you walk through the fields in gloves,    Missing so much and so much?

O fat white woman whom nobody loves,

Why do you walk through the fields in gloves,

When the grass is soft as the breast of doves    And shivering sweet to the touch?

O why do you walk through the fields in gloves,    Missing so much and so much?

G.

K.

Chesterton wrote a response to this: 'The Fat White Woman Speaks'.