William Henry Davies

(3 July 1871 – 26 September 1940 / Monmouthshire / Wales)

William Henry Davies Poems

1. The Worms' Contempt 8/3/2015
2. The Fog 3/5/2015
3. The Heap Of Rags 1/3/2003
4. The Child And The Mariner 1/3/2003
5. The Sluggard 1/3/2003
6. This Night 1/3/2003
7. Where We Differ 1/3/2003
8. The Boy 1/3/2003
9. The Flood 1/3/2003
10. The Hawk 1/3/2003
11. The Hermit 1/3/2003
12. Truly Great 1/3/2003
13. The Bird Of Paradise 1/3/2003
14. The Sleepers 1/3/2003
15. When On A Summer's Morn 1/3/2003
16. The Happy Child 1/3/2003
17. The Dark Hour 1/3/2003
18. The Likeness 1/3/2003
19. Sweet Stay-At-Home 1/3/2003
20. The Mind's Liberty 1/3/2003
21. Thunderstorms 1/3/2003
22. Ale 1/3/2003
23. Seeking Beauty 1/3/2003
24. Nell Barnes 1/3/2003
25. The Example 1/3/2003
26. A Greeting 1/3/2003
27. The Moon 1/3/2003
28. Charms 1/3/2003
29. In May 1/3/2003
30. Sadness And Joy 1/3/2003
31. Days Too Short 1/3/2003
32. Songs Of Joy 1/3/2003
33. All In June 1/3/2003
34. No Master 1/3/2003
35. A Great Time 1/3/2003
36. The Villain 1/3/2003
37. In The Country 1/3/2003
38. Rich Or Poor 1/3/2003
39. The Rain 1/3/2003
40. Laughing Rose 1/3/2003
Best Poem of William Henry Davies

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.

Read the full of Leisure

The Boy

Go, little boy,
Fill thee with joy;
For Time gives thee
Unlicensed hours,
To run in fields,
And roll in flowers.

A little boy
Can life enjoy;

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