William Henry Davies

Monmouthshire / Wales
William Henry Davies
Monmouthshire / Wales
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Joy And Pleasure

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Now, joy is born of parents poor,
And pleasure of our richer kind;
Though pleasure's free, she cannot sing
As sweet a song as joy confined.

Pleasure's a Moth, that sleeps by day
And dances by false glare at night;
But Joy's a Butterfly, that loves
To spread its wings in Nature's light.
Joy's like a Bee that gently sucks
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H. Balasubramanian 03 June 2010
This was one of the three poems of Davies prescribed for my graduation, . I read it in 1968. Now after service retirement and SWEET STAY AT HOME, I wanted to go through his poems again. My hunt ended in Poet Hunter, which is treasure island of poems. Great service. Thank the managers.
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Sylva Portoian 26 February 2010
Davies, it seems when I read your poems I can stimulate my senses forever. With your poem, Joy and Pleasure You’re differentiating between joy of poor in wealth and pleasure of rich in a very truthful manner— Joy is deeper in sense than pleasure, Pleasure disappears but joy, never.
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