Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HOW SORDID IS THIS CROWDED LIFE, by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES Poet Analysis First Line: How sordid is this crowded life, its spite Last Line: My voice back with the knowledge that I live. Alternate Author Name(s): Davies, W. H. | ||||||||
How sordid is this crowded life, its spite And envy, the unkindness brought to light: It makes me think of those great modest hearts That spend their quiet lives in lonely parts, In deserts, hills and woods; and pass away Judged by a few, or none, from day to day. And O that I were free enough to dwell In their great spaces for a while; until The dream-like life of such a solitude Has forced my tongue to cry 'Hallo!' aloud -- To make an echo from the silence give My voice back with the knowledge that I live. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CHILD'S PET by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES A MOTHER TO HER SICK CHILD by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES A STRANGE MEETING by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES A THOUGHT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES ADVICE by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES APRIL'S LAMBS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES BIRD AND BROOK by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES COWSLIPS AND LARKS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES DAYS TOO SHORT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES EARLY MORN by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES |
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