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SadW. H. Davies

The Helpless

Those poor, heartbroken wretches, doomed To hear at night the clocks' hard tones; They have no beds to warm their limbs, But with those limbs must warm cold stones; Those poor weak men, whose coughs and ailings Force them to tear at iron railings. Those helpless men that starve, my pity; Whose waking day is never done; Who, save for their own shadows, are Doomed night and day to walk alone: They know no bright face but the sun's, So cold and dark are human ones.
SadW. H. Davies

Night Wanderers

They hear the bell of midnight toll, And shiver in their flesh and soul; They lie on hard, cold wood or stone, Iron, and ache in every bone; They hate the night: they see no eyes Of loved ones in the starlit skies. They see the cold, dark water near; They dare not take long looks for fear They'll fall like those poor birds that see A snake's eyes staring at their tree. Some of them laugh, half-mad; and some All through the chilly night are dumb; Like poor, weak infants some converse, And cough like giants, deep and hoarse.
SadW. H. Davies

Strong Moments

Sometimes I hear fine ladies sing, Sometimes I smoke and drink with men; Sometimes I play at games of cards-- Judge me to be no strong man then. The strongest moment of my life Is when I think about the poor; When, like a spring that rain has fed, My pity rises more and more. The flower that loves the warmth and light, Has all its mornings bathed in dew; My heart has moments wet with tears, My weakness is they are so few.
SadW. H. Davies

Parted

Alack for life! Worn to a stalk since yesterday Is the flower with whom the bee did stay, And he was but one night away. Alack for life, I say. Alack for life! A flower put on her fine array, In hopes a bee would come her way, Who's dying in his hive this day. Alack for life, I say. Alack for life! If Death like Love would throw his dart And pierce at once a double heart. And not to strike away one part — Alack for life, who'd say?
SadW. H. Davies

Lines from "The Soul's Destroyer"

We went together side by side to school, Together had our holidays in fields Made golden by June's buttercups ; in woods, Where under ferns fresh pulled I buried her, And called her forth like Lazarus from the grave; She'd laughing come, to shake her curls until Methought to hear full half a hundred bells. A grown-up world took playful notice soon. Made me feel shame that grew a greater love; She was more chary of her laughter then, And more subdued her voice, as soft and sweet As Autumn's, blowing through his golden reeds. In her sweet sympathies she was a woman When scarcely she was more than child in years ; And yet one angry moment parted us. And days of longing never joined us more.

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