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“Peace to these little broken leaves, That strew our common ground; That chase their tails, like silly dogs, As they go round and round. For though in winter boughs are bare, Let us not once forget Their summer glory, when these leaves Caught the great Sun in their strong net; And made him, in the lower air, Tremble - no bigger than a star!”

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W. H. Davies
W. H. Davies

W. H. Davies, a British poet, was born on July 3, 1871, and died on September 26, 1940. His poetry is known for its profound social criticism and natural descriptions, with notable works including 'The Vow of the Vagabond'. more

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