William Henry Davies.
IT was the Rainbow gave thee birth,
And left thee all her lovely hues;
And, as her mothers
name was Tears,
So runs it in my blood to choose
For haunts the lonely pools, and keep
In company with
trees that weep.
Go you and, with such glorious hues,
Live with proud peacocks in green parks;
On lawns as
smooth as shining glass,
Let every feather show its marks;
Get thee on boughs and clap thy wings
the windows of proud kings.
Nay, lovely Bird, thou art not vain;
Thou hast no proud, ambitious mind;
I also love a quiet
Thats green, away from all mankind;
A lonely pool, and let a tree
Sigh with her bosom over me.
WHEN I had money, money, O!
I knew no joy till I went poor;
For many a false man as a friend
knocking all day at my door.
Then felt I like a child that holds
A trumpet that he must not blow
Because a man is dead; I
Not speak to let this false world know.
Much have I thought of life, and seen
How poor mens hearts are ever light;
And how their
wives do hum like bees
About their work from morn till night.
So, when I hear these poor ones laugh,
And see the rich ones coldly frown
Poor men, think
I, need not go up
So much as rich men should come down.
When I had money, money, O!
My many friends proved all untrue;
But now I have no money,
My friends are real, though very few.
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 Beautys 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 if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
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