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InspiredW. H. Davies

The Two Lives

Now how could I, with gold to spare, Who know the harlot's arms, and wine, Sit in this green field all alone, If Nature was not truly mine? That Pleasure life wakes stale at morn, From heavy sleep that no rest brings: This life of quiet joy wakes fresh, And claps its wings at morn, and sings. So here sit I, alone till noon, In one long dream of quiet bliss; I hear the lark and share his joy, With no more winedrops than were his. Such, Nature, is thy charm and power-- Since I have made the Muse my wife-- To keep me from the harlot's arms, And save me from a drunkard's life.
InspiredW. H. Davies

Sweet Birds, I Come

The bird that now On bush and tree, Near leaves so green Looks down to see Flowers looking up-- He either sings In ecstasy Or claps his wings. Why should I slave For finer dress Or ornaments; Will flowers smile less For rags than silk? Are birds less dumb For tramp than squire? Sweet birds, I come.
InspiredW. H. Davies

My Youth

My youth was my old age, Weary and long; It had too many cares To think of song; My moulting days all came When I was young. Now, in life's prime, my soul Comes out in flower; Late, as with Robin, comes My singing power; I was not born to joy Till this late hour.
InspiredW. H. Davies

April's Charms

When April scatters coins of primrose gold Among the copper leaves in thickets old, And singing skylarks from the meadows rise, To twinkle like black stars in sunny skies ; When I can hear the small woodpecker ring Time on a tree for all the birds that sing ; And hear the pleasant cuckoo, loud and long — The simple bird that thinks two notes a song ; When I can hear the woodland brook, that could Not drown a babe, with all his threatening mood; Upon whose banks the violets make their home, And let a few small strawberry blossoms come : When I go forth on such a pleasant day, One breath outdoors takes all my care away ; It goes like heavy smoke, when flames take hold

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