William Henry Davies

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

William Henry Davies Poems

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

Money

When I had money, money, O!
I knew no joy till I went poor;
For many a false man as a friend
Came knocking all day at my door.
Then felt I like a child that holds
A trumpet that he must not blow
Because a man is dead; I dared
Not speak to let this false world know.
Much have I thought of life, and seen

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