William Henry Davies

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

William Henry Davies Poems

1. The Fog 3/5/2015
2. The Flood 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 Hawk 1/3/2003
8. Where We Differ 1/3/2003
9. The Boy 1/3/2003
10. This Night 1/3/2003
11. The Likeness 1/3/2003
12. The Sleepers 1/3/2003
13. Truly Great 1/3/2003
14. The Mind's Liberty 1/3/2003
15. The Happy Child 1/3/2003
16. The Dark Hour 1/3/2003
17. The Bird Of Paradise 1/3/2003
18. Thunderstorms 1/3/2003
19. Ale 1/3/2003
20. Songs Of Joy 1/3/2003
21. The Example 1/3/2003
22. Sweet Stay-At-Home 1/3/2003
23. When On A Summer's Morn 1/3/2003
24. A Greeting 1/3/2003
25. Seeking Beauty 1/3/2003
26. The Moon 1/3/2003
27. Charms 1/3/2003
28. In May 1/3/2003
29. Days Too Short 1/3/2003
30. All In June 1/3/2003
31. Nell Barnes 1/3/2003
32. The Villain 1/3/2003
33. The Kingfisher 1/3/2003
34. Sadness And Joy 1/3/2003
35. A Fleeting Passion 1/3/2003
36. The Rain 1/3/2003
37. Laughing Rose 1/3/2003
38. Come, Let Us Find 1/3/2003
39. In The Country 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

The Rain

I hear leaves drinking rain;
I hear rich leaves on top
Giving the poor beneath
Drop after drop;
'Tis a sweet noise to hear
These green leaves drinking near.

And when the Sun comes out,
After this Rain shall stop,

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