Foliage: Various Poems

By W. H. Davies

The following is a collection of poems written by William H. Davies. He was a Welsh poet and writer, who spent much of his life as a tramp or hobo in the United Kingdom and the United States, yet became one of the most popular poets of his time. His themes included observations on life's hardships, the ways the human condition is reflected in nature, his tramping adventures and the characters he met. In this current work, he wrote titles such as 'A Greeting', 'Seeking Joy', and 'Poor Kings'.

• Language: English
• Publisher: DigiCat
• Release date: Sep 15, 2022
• ISBN: 8596547312222

W. H. Davies

W. H. Davies (1871-1940) was a Welsh poet and writer who spent a significant part of his life as a vagabond in the United Kingdom and United States. He began publishing his own poetry in 1905 and became a popular poet in his time, mixing with leading figures of society.

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W. H. Davies

Foliage: Various Poems

EAN 8596547312222

DigiCat, 2022

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THUNDERSTORMS

STRONG MOMENTS

A GREETING

SWEET STAY-AT-HOME

THE STARVED

A MAY MORNING

THE LONELY DREAMER

CHRISTMAS

LAUGHING ROSE

SEEKING JOY

THE OLD OAK TREE

POOR KINGS

LOVE AND THE MUSE

MY YOUTH

SMILES

MAD POLL

JOY SUPREME

FRANCIS THOMPSON

THE BIRD-MAN

WINTER'S BEAUTY

THE CHURCH ORGAN

HEIGH HO, THE RAIN

LOVE'S INSPIRATION

NIGHT WANDERERS

YOUNG BEAUTY

WHO I KNOW

SWEET BIRDS, I COME

THE TWO LIVES

HIDDEN LOVE

LIFE IS JOLLY

THE FOG

A WOMAN'S CHARMS

DREAMS OF THE SEA

THE WONDER MAKER

THE HELPLESS

AN EARLY LOVE

DREAM TRAGEDIES

CHILDREN AT PLAY

WHEN THE CUCKOO SINGS

RETURN TO NATURE

A STRANGE CITY

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THUNDERSTORMS

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My mind has thunderstorms,

That brood for heavy hours:

Until they rain me words,

My thoughts are drooping flowers

And sulking, silent birds.

Yet come, dark thunderstorms,

And brood your heavy hours;

For when you rain me words,

My thoughts are dancing flowers

And joyful singing birds.

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STRONG MOMENTS

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Sometimes I hear fine ladies sing,

Sometimes I smoke and drink with men;

Sometimes I play at games of cards—

Judge me to be no strong man then.

The strongest moment of my life

Is when I think about the poor;

When, like a spring that rain has fed,

My pity rises more and more.

The flower that loves the warmth and light,

Has all its mornings bathed in dew;

My heart has moments wet with tears,

My weakness is they are so few.

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A GREETING

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Good morning, Life—and all

Things glad and beautiful.

My pockets nothing hold,

But he that owns the gold,

The Sun, is my great friend—

His spending has no end.

Hail to the morning sky,

Which bright clouds measure high;

Hail to you birds whose throats

Would number leaves by notes;

Hail to you shady bowers,

And you green fields of flowers.

Hail to you women fair,

That make a show