William Henry Davies

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

When On A Summer's Morn - Poem by William Henry Davies

When on a summer's morn I wake,
And open my two eyes,
Out to the clear, born-singing rills
My bird-like spirit flies.

To hear the Blackbird, Cuckoo, Thrush,
Or any bird in song;
And common leaves that hum all day
Without a throat or tongue.

And when Time strikes the hour for sleep,
Back in my room alone,
My heart has many a sweet bird's song --
And one that's all my own.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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