Poems by William Henry Davies
The Flood
... Flogged by her hair-waves, I ...
The Happy Child
... I saw this day sweet flowers grow thick -- ...
The Hawk
... It comes when there's no cause for grief, ...
The Heap of Rags
... When struck the clock's deep bell, ...
The Hermit
... Or when the small bird sounds like some great beast ...
The Kingfisher
... Live with proud peacocks in green parks ...
The Likeness
... That flock of sheep, on that green grass, ...
The Mind's Liberty
... Where porters work both night and day, ...
The Moon
... Though there are birds that sing this night ...
The Rain
... These green leaves drinking near ...
The Sleepers
... By old Westminster's mighty clock:As I walked down the waterside ...
The Sluggard
... And proudly smiles on rich and poor, ...
The Villain
... And calves and lambs had tottering knees, ...
This Night
... There's that dark shadow in her light ...
Thunderstorms
... My thoughts are drooping flowers ...
