William Henry Davies

(3 July 1871 – 26 September 1940 / Monmouthshire / Wales)

A Greeting - Poem by William Henry Davies

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 field of flowers.

Hail to you women fair,
That make a show so rare
In cloth as white as milk--
Be't calico or silk:
Good morning, Life--and all
Things glad and beautiful.


Comments about A Greeting by William Henry Davies

  • Rookie - 7 Points Sylva Portoian (2/26/2010 12:11:00 AM)

    Hi Davis, Nice to say,
    'The sun is my great friend'
    and I will add to complete the day,
    'And the moon is our night friend
    Thy wishes us have dreamy-rest.'
    Congratulatins for your optimistic poems. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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