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My song is of that city which	A
Has men too poor and men too rich	A
Where some are sick too richly fed	B
While others take the sparrows' bread	B
Where some have beds to warm their bones	C
While others sleep on hard cold stones	C
That suck away their bodies' heat	D
Where men are drunk in every street	D
Men full of poison like those flies	E
That still attack the horses' eyes	E
Where some men freeze for want of cloth	F
While others show their jewels' worth	G
And dress in satin fur or silk	H
Where fine rich ladies wash in milk	H
While starving mothers have no food	I
To make them fit in flesh and blood	J
So that their watery breasts can give	K
Their babies milk and make them live	L
Where one man does the work of four	M
And dies worn out before his hour	N
While some seek work in vain and grief	O
Doth make their fretful lives as brief	O
Where ragged men are seen to wait	P
For charity that's small and late	P
While others haunt in idle leisure	N
Theatre doors to pay for pleasure	N
No more I'll walk those crowded places	Q
And take hot dreams from harlots' faces	Q
I'll know no more those passions' dreams	R
While musing near these quiet streams	R
That biting state of savage lust	S
Which true love absent burns to dust	S
Gold's rattle shall not rob my ears	T
Of this sweet music of the spheres	T
I'll walk abroad with fancy free	U
Each leafy summer's morn I'll see	U
The trees all legs or bodies when	V
They vary in their shapes like men	V
I'll walk abroad and see again	V
How quiet pools are pricked by rain	W
And you shall hear a song as sweet	D
As when green leaves and raindrops meet	D
I'll hear the Nightingale's fine mood	I
Rattling with thunder in the wood	X
Made bolder by each mighty crash	Y
Who drives her notes with every flash	Y
Of lightning through the summer's night	Z
No more I'll walk in that pale light	Z
That shows the homeless man awake	A2
Ragged and cold harlot and rake	A2
That have their hearts in rags and die	B2
Before that poor wretch they pass by	B2
Nay I have found a life so fine	C2
That every moment seems divine	C2
By shunning all those pleasures full	D2
That bring repentance cold and dull	E2
Such misery seen in days gone by	B2
That made a coward now I fly	B2
To green things like a bird Alas	F2
In days gone by I could not pass	F2
Ten men but what the eyes of one	G2
Would burn me for no kindness done	G2
And wretched women I passed by	B2
Sent after me a moan or sigh	B2
Ah wretched days for in that place	H2
My soul's leaves sought the human face	H2
And not the Sun's for warmth and light	Z
And so was never free from blight	Z
But seek me now and you will find	I2
Me on some soft green bank reclined	I2
Watching the stately deer close by	B2
That in a great deep hollow lie	B2
Shaking their tails with all the ease	J2
That lambs can First look for the trees	J2
Then if you seek me find me quick	K2
Seek me no more where men are thick	K2
But in green lanes where I can walk	L2
A mile and still no human folk	M2
Tread on my shadow Seek me where	N2
The strange oak tree is that can bear	N2
One white leaved branch among the green	O2
Which many a woodman has not seen	O2
If you would find me go where cows	P2
And sheep stand under shady boughs	P2
Where furious squirrels shake a tree	U
As though they'd like to bury me	U
Under a leaf shower heavy and	Q2
I laugh at them for spite and stand	R2
Seek me no more in human ways	S2
Who am a coward since those days	S2
My mind was burned by poor men's eyes	E
And frozen by poor women's sighs	E
Then send your pearls across the sea	U
Your feathers scent and ivory	U
You distant lands but let my bales	T2
Be brought by Cuckoos Nightingales	T2
That come in spring from your far shores	T2
Sweet birds that carry richer stores	T2
Than men can dream of when they prize	T2
Fine silks and pearls for merchandise	T2
And dream of ships that take the floods	T2
Sunk to their decks with such vain goods	T2
Bringing that traitor silk whose soft	U2
Smooth tongue persuades the poor too oft	V2
From sweet content and pearls whose fires	T2
Make ashes of our best desires	T2
For I have heard the sighs and whines	T2
Of rich men that drink costly wines	T2
And eat the best of fish and fowl	W2
Men that have plenty and still growl	W2
Because they cannot like kings live	L
Alas they whine we cannot save	X2
Since I have heard those rich ones sigh	B2
Made poor by their desires so high	B2
I cherish more a simple mind	I2
That I am well content to find	I2
My pictures in the open air	N2
And let my walls and floors go bare	N2
That I with lovely things can fill	Y2
My rooms whene'er sweet Fancy will	Y2
I make a fallen tree my chair	N2
And soon forget no cushion's there	N2
I lie upon the grass or straw	Z2
And no soft down do I sigh for	M
For with me all the time I keep	A3
Sweet dreams that do I wake or sleep	A3
Shed on me still their kindly beams	T2
Aye I am richer with my dreams	T2
Than banks where men dull eyed and cold	B3
Without a tremble shovel gold	B3
A happy life is this I walk	L2
And hear more birds than people talk	L2
I hear the birds that sing unseen	O2
On boughs now smothered with leaves green	O2
I sit and watch the swallows there	N2
Making a circus in the air	N2
That speed around straight going crow	C3
As sharks around a ship can go	C3
I hear the skylark out of sight	Z
Hid perfectly in all this light	Z
The dappled cows in fields I pass	T2
Up to their bosoms in deep grass	T2
Old oak trees with their bowels gone	D3
I see with spring's green finery on	E3
I watch the buzzing bees for hours	T2
To see them rush at laughing flowers	T2
And butterflies that lie so still	Y2
I see great houses on the hill	Y2
With shining roofs and there shines one	G2
It seems that heaven has dropped the sun	G2
I see yon cloudlet sail the skies	T2
Racing with clouds ten times its size	T2
I walk green pathways where love waits	T2
To talk in whispers at old gates	T2
Past stiles on which I lean alone	F3
Carved with the names of lovers gone	D3
I stand on arches whose dark stones	T2
Can turn the wind's soft sighs to groans	T2
I hear the Cuckoo when first he	U
Makes this green world's discovery	U
And re creates it in my mind	I2
Proving my eyes were growing blind	I2
I see the rainbow come forth clear	G3
And wave her coloured scarf to cheer	G3
The sun long swallowed by a flood	J
So do I live in lane and wood	X
Let me look forward to each spring	H3
As eager as the birds that sing	H3
And feed my eyes on spring's young flowers	T2
Before the bees by many hours	T2
My heart to leap and sing her praise	T2
Before the birds by many days	T2
Go white my hair and skin go dry	B2
But let my heart a dewdrop lie	B2
Inside those leaves when they go wrong	I3
As fresh as when my life was young	J3

William Henry Davies

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