A Sweeter Life
| A Sweeter Life
written by William Henry Davies
|From "Poems 1930-1931", 1932||Link to further information|
No bitter tongue, no grief for what is gone,
Shall enter here, where Love with me is staying;
Only from books we'll know what Sorrow means,
And keep sad thoughts for when there's Music playing.
Give me a simple, sweet, dove-tempered spirit,
That thinks unpleasing Truth must be a lie;
To lose all memory of unfriendly men,
Where all unkindness has gone home to die.
From what, think you, comes this exalted state,
That makes life now so rich in joy, and full;
What woman taught me that it needs four hands
To hold her skein and wind a ball of wool?
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