William Henry Davies

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

The Boy - Poem by William Henry Davies

Go, little boy,
Fill thee with joy;
For Time gives thee
Unlicensed hours,
To run in fields,
And roll in flowers.

A little boy
Can life enjoy;
If but to see
The horses pass,
When shut indoors
Behind the glass.

Go, little boy,
Fill thee with joy;
Fear not, like man,
The kick of wrath,
That you do lie
In some one's path.

Time is to thee
Eternity,
As to a bird
Or butterfly;
And in that faith
True joy doth lie.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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