She walks as lightly as the fly
Skates on the water in July.
To hear her moving petticoat
For me is music’s highest note.
Stones are not heard, when her feet pass,
No more than tumps of moss or grass.
When she sits still, she’s like the flower
To be a butterfly next hour.
The brook laughs not more sweet, when he
Trips over pebbles suddenly.
My Love, like him, can whisper low —
When he comes where green cresses grow.
She rises like the lark, that hour
He goes halfway to meet a shower.
A fresher drink is in her looks
Than Nature gives me, or old books.
When I in my Love’s shadow sit,
I do not miss the sun one bit.
When she is near, my arms can hold
All that’s worth having in this world.
And when I know not where she is,
Nothing can come but comes amiss
William Henry Davies
Born: 3 July 1871, Newport, Wales
Died: 26 September 1940, Gloucestershire, England
Davies was a poet and writer. He spent much of his life as a tramp or hobo in the UK and the USA yet became one of the most popular poets of his time. His themes included his observations on life’s hardships, the human condition reflected in nature his travels as a tramp, and the characters he met. Davies is classified as a Georgian Poet, however much of his writing is not typical of the group in style and theme