William Henry Davies

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William Henry Davies (1871 - 1940-09-26) was a Welsh poet and writer. He spent many years as a tramp in the United States and United Kingdom but became known as one of the most popular poets of his time. He was admired by George Bernard Shaw, who wrote the preface of his autobiography, The Autobiography of a Super-Tramp (1908).


  • Autumn grows old: he, like some simple one,
    In Summer's castaway is strangely clad
    • Autumn
  • The collier's wife had four tall sons
    Brought from the pit's mouth dead,
    And crushed from foot to head
    • The Collier's Wife
  • From my own kind I only learn
    How foolish comfort is
    • Comfort
  • Thou shalt not laugh, thou shalt not romp,
    Let's grimly kiss with bated breath;
    As quietly and solemnly
    As Life when it is kissing Death.
    • A Fleeting Passion
  • They sniffed, poor things, for their green fields,
    They cried so loud I could not sleep:
    For fifty thousand shillings down
    I would not sail again with sheep.
    • Sheep
  • Sweet Stay-at-Home, sweet Well-content,
    Thou knowest of no strange continent;
    Thou hast not felt thy bosom keep
    A gentle motion with the deep;
    Thou hast not sailed in Indian seas,
    Where scent comes forth in every breeze.
    • Sweet Stay-at-Home
  • What sweet, what happy days had I,
    When dreams made Time Eternity!
    • The Time of Dreams

The Kingfisher

  • It was the Rainbow gave thee birth,
    And left thee all her lovely hues
  • Go you and, with such glorious hues,
    Live with proud peacocks in green parks
  • 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.
    • Davies regarded this as his best poem


  • What is this life if, full of care,
    We have no time to stand and stare
  • No time to see, in broad daylight,
    Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
    No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
    And watch her feet, how they can dance.


  • this extraordinary and memorable being, who, for all his humility, bore about him something of the primitive splendour and directness of the Elizabethan age
    • Osbert Sitwell, Introduction to The Complete Poems of W. H. Davies, p.xxxiv

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