Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, RAGS AND BONES, by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES


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First Line: This morning, as I wandered forth
Last Line: That's snow-bound by anemones.
Alternate Author Name(s): Davies, W. H.
Subject(s): Faith; Belief; Creed


THIS morning, as I wandered forth,
I heard a man cry, "Rags and Bones!"
And little children in the streets
Went home for bottles, bones and rags,
To barter for his toys and sweets.

And then I thought of grown-up man,
That in our dreams we trust a God
Will think our rags and bones a boon,
And give us His immortal sweets
For these poor lives cast off so soon.

The mind, they say, will gather strength
That broods on what is hard to know:
The fear of unfamiliar things
Is better than their parents' love,
To teach young birds to use their wings.

But riddles are not made for me,
My joy's in beauty, not its cause:
Then give me but the open skies,
And birds that sing in a green wood
That's snow-bound by anemones.





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