William Henry Davies

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

William Henry Davies Poems

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

I saw the fog grow thick,
Which soon made blind my ken;
It made tall men of boys,
And giants of tall men.

It clutched my throat, I coughed;
Nothing was in my head
Except two heavy eyes
Like balls of burning lead.

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