The Collected Poems of W. H. Davies, 1928

The Collected Poems of W. H. Davies, 1928

The Collected Poems of W. H. Davies, 1928

The Collected Poems of W. H. Davies, 1928

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1. Autumn


Autumn grows old: he, like some simple one,

In Summer's castaway is strangely clad;

Such withered things the winds in frolic mad

Shake from his feeble hand and forehead wan.


Autumn is sighing for his early gold,

And in his tremble dropping his remain;

The brook talks more, as one bereft of brains,

Who singeth loud, delirious with the cold.


O now with drowsy June one hour to be!

Scarce waking strength to hear the hum of bees,

Or cattle lowing under shady trees,

Knee deep in waters loitering to the sea.


I would that drowsy June awhile were here,

The amorous South wind carrying all the vale --

Save that white lily true to star as pale,

Whose secret day-dream Phoebus burns to hear.

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