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A Short Poem
A Plain Life
Poet William Henry Davies
No idle gold - since this fine sun, my friend,
Is no mean miser, but doth freely spend.
No precious stones - since these green mornings show,
Without a charge, their pearls where'er I go.
No lifeless books - since birds with their sweet tongues
Will read aloud to me their happier songs.
No painted scenes - since clouds can change their skies
A hundred times a day to please my eyes.
No headstrong wine - since, when I drink, the spring
Into my eager ears will softly sing.
No surplus clothes - since every simple beast
Can teach me to be happy with the least.
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More short verses by William Henry Davies
A poor life this if, full of care,
we have no time to stand and stare.
William Henry Davies
The more help a person has in his garden,
the less it belongs to him.
William Henry Davies
Good morning, Life - and all
Things glad and beautiful.
William Henry Davies
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