The Kingfisher Poem by William Henry Davies

The Kingfisher

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It was the Rainbow gave thee birth,
And left thee all her lovely hues;
And, as her mother’s name was Tears,
So runs it in my blood to choose
For haunts the lonely pools, and keep
In company with trees that weep.
Go you and, with such glorious hues,
Live with proud peacocks in green parks;
On lawns as smooth as shining glass,
Let every feather show its marks;
Get thee on boughs and clap thy wings
Before the windows of proud kings.
Nay, lovely Bird, thou art not vain;
Thou hast no proud, ambitious mind;
I also love a quiet place
That’s green, away from all mankind;
A lonely pool, and let a tree
Sigh with her bosom over me.

Daphne Grant 21 March 2006

This shows admiration at the colour of the Kingfisher, although proudly drest is not proud.

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Wanbha 21 July 2022

I want more

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WENDY ANTONIADIS 29 February 2020

HAVE LOVED THIS POEM since I was....yes....16! ! ! !

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shahzad 20 January 2020

What is the theme of kingfisher poem by w.h Davies

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Hardy 30 July 2018

Poet substance assignment

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Miarth Momin 05 December 2017

What similarity does the kingfisher and the poet have

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Marvyn Synthang 24 June 2019

The Similarity that the poet and the Kingfisher have is that, they love to stay at a quiet place

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William Henry Davies

William Henry Davies

Monmouthshire / Wales
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