William Henry Davies

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

Rich Or Poor - Poem by William Henry Davies

With thy true love I have more wealth
Than Charon's piled-up bank doth hold;
Where he makes kings lay down their crowns
And life-long misers leave their gold.

Without thy love I've no more wealth
Than seen upon that other shore;
That cold, bare bank he rows them to -
Those kings and misers made so poor.


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  • Kinyua Karanja (7/13/2015 5:17:00 AM)


    Were are who we are because of love, either someone loves us or the love we have for them. Because of Gods love and grace we are. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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