“When on a summer's morn I wake, And open my two eyes, Out to the clear, born-singing rills My bird-like spirit flies. To hear the Blackbird, Cuckoo, Thrush, Or any bird in song; And common leaves that hum all day Without a throat or tongue. And when Time strikes the hour for sleep, Back in my room alone, My heart has many a sweet bird's song - And one that's all my own.” HeartTwoEyeSpiritSongBornHoursMy OwnSleepRoomsCommonClearSweetMy HeartSummerSingingBirdTongueStrikesThroatCuckoosBlackbirdsThrush Author:W. H. Davies
“Yes, I will spend the livelong day With Nature in this month of May; And sit beneath the trees, and share My bread with birds whose homes are there; While cows lie down to eat, and sheep Stand to their necks in grass so deep; While birds do sing with all their might, As though they felt the earth in flight.” MayHomeMightEarthLyingFeltTreeShareMonthsBirdBreadFlightGrassNecksCowsSheepLong Day Author:W. H. Davies
“And hear the pleasant cockoo, loud and long - The simple bird that thinks two notes a song.” ThinkingLongTwoSongSimpleBirdNotesLoudPleasantSpring Poems Author:W. H. Davies
“I cannot see the short, white curls Upon the forehead of an Ox, But what I see them dripping with That poor thing's blood, and hear the ax; When I see calves and lambs, I see Them led to death; I see no bird Or rabbit cross the open field But what a sudden shot is heard; A shout that tells me men aim true, For death or wound, doth chill me through.” MenWhiteAnimalPoorHeardBloodFieldsBirdShotsCrossesAimWoundsChillRabbitsForeheadsLambsCurlsDrippingCalvesOpen Fields Author:W. H. Davies
