W. H Davies
satya - 6/19/2017, 10:44:51 PM
William Henry Davies
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 - 6/20/2017, 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.