The Fog
July 6, 2023The Dark Hour
July 6, 2023The Flood
I thought my true love slept;
Behind her chair I crept
And pulled out a long pin;
The golden flood came out,
She shook it all about,
With both our faces in.
Ah! little wren, I know
Your mossy, small nest now
A windy, cold place is;
No eye can see my face,
Howe’er it watch the place
Where I half drown in bliss.
When I am drowned hald dead,
She laughs and shakes her head;
Flogged by her hair-waves, I
Withdraw my face from there;
But never once, I swear,
She heard a mercy cry.
William Henry Davies
William Henry Davies (1871-1940) was a Welsh poet and writer, best known for his works that celebrated the beauty and simplicity of nature. He was born in Newport, Wales and spent much of his early life as a tramp, travelling across the UK and the USA. Davies wrote about his experiences as a wanderer, drawing on themes of poverty, social injustice and the struggles of everyday life. His most famous works include "Leisure," "The Hill of Summer" and "Autumn Landscape."