Born: July 3, 1871
Die: September 26, 1940
W. H. Davies
Yes, I will spend the livelong day
With Nature in this month of May;
And sit beneath the trees, and share
My bread with birds whose homes are there;
While cows lie down to eat, and sheep
When on a summer's morn I wake,
And open my two eyes,
Out to the clear, born-singing rills
My bird-like spirit flies.
To hear the Blackbird, Cuckoo, Thrush,
Or any bird in song;
But cats to me are strange, so strange I cannot sleep if one is near.
Now shall I walk or shall I ride? 'Ride,' Pleasure said; 'Walk,' Joy replied.
Peace to these little broken leaves, That strew our common ground; That chase their tails, like silly dogs, As they go round and round. For though in winter boughs are bare, Let us not once forget Their...
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,
What is this life if, full of care, we have no time to stand and stare.
Teetotallers lack the sympathy and generosity of men that drink.
I love thee for a heart that’s kind--not for the knowledge in thy mind.
It was the rainbow gave thee birth, and left thee all her lovely hues.
And hear the pleasant cockoo, loud and long - The simple bird that thinks two notes a song.
“Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened.”
― Dr. Seuss