Poems by William Henry Davies
Truly Great
... Till birds, that loved to look on leaves, ...
When on a Summer's Morn
... And when Time strikes the hour for sleep, ...
Where We Differ
... She sleeps -- while I must wake ...
City and Country
... The Country has sweet breath, The Country's spit is white ...
The Collier's Wife
... grow like grassOh, collier, collier, underground, In fear of fire and gas, What life more danger has ...
The Life of Man
... atic Pains that ache and sting:All from his cradle to his grave,Poor devil, man's a frightened thing ...
