satya - 6/19/2017, 10:44:51 PM

William Henry Davies

satya - 6/19/2017, 10:47:28 PM

Leisure

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this is if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

satya - 6/19/2017, 10:48:35 PM

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satya - 6/19/2017, 11:03:11 PM

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satya - 6/20/2017, 8:04:32 AM

Easter

What exultations in my mind, 
From the love-bite of this Easter wind! 
My head thrown back, my face doth shine 
Like yonder Sun's, but warmer mine. 
A butterfly -- from who knows where -- 
Comes with a stagger through the air, 
And, lying down, doth ope and close 
His wings, as babies work their toes: 
Perhaps he thinks of pressing tight 
Into his wings a little light! 
And many a bird hops in between 
The leaves he dreams of, long and green, 
And sings for nipple-buds that show 
Where the full-breasted leaves must grow.

satya - 6/20/2017, 8:10:56 AM

KIngfisher

It was the Rainbow gave thee birth,
  And left thee all her lovely hues;
And, as her mother?s name was Tears,
  So runs it in my blood to choose
For haunts the lonely pools, and keep
In company with trees that weep.
Go you and, with such glorious hues,
  Live with proud peacocks in green parks;
On lawns as smooth as shining glass,
  Let every feather show its marks;
Get thee on boughs and clap thy wings
Before the windows of proud kings.
Nay, lovely Bird, thou art not vain;
  Thou hast no proud, ambitious mind;
I also love a quiet place
  That?s green, away from all mankind;
A lonely pool, and let a tree
Sigh with her bosom over me.