One Far Fierce Hour

Well, thought I'd put this one in as a total contrast to yesterday's... went to the big city today - lots of socialising with colleagues and then a lot of errands, including picking up a book order in this, the Vasco da Gama mall - it's meant to look like a ship, and has water swishing continually across the roof - the Tagus is out the front of it.

Has nothing whatsoever to do with today's poem, which is G K Chesterton's "The Donkey" (which any other day I could have got easily, oh well...) and really has to do with Palm Sunday tomorrow:

...
Starve, scourge, deride me: I am dumb,
       I keep my secret still.

Fools! For I also had my hour;
       One far fierce hour and sweet:
There was a shout about my ears,
       And palms before my feet.