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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE HEAP OF RAGS, by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES Poet Analysis
First Line: One night when I went down
Last Line: To make a pearl from tears.
Alternate Author Name(s): Davies, W. H.
First Line: One night when I went down
Last Line: To make a pearl from tears.
Alternate Author Name(s): Davies, W. H.
One night when I went down
Thames' side, in London Town,
A heap of rags saw I,
And sat me down close by.
That thing could shout and bawl,
But showed no face at all;
When any steamer passed
And blew a loud shrill blast,
That heap of rags would sit
And make a sound like it;
When struck the clock's deep bell,
It made those peals as well.
When winds did moan around,
It mocked them with that sound;
When all was quiet, it
Fell into a strange fit;
Would sigh, and moan and roar,
It laughed, and blessed, and swore.
Yet that poor thing, I know,
Had neither friend nor foe;
Its blessing or its curse
Made no one better or worse.
I left it in that place --
The thing that showed no face,
Was it a man that had
Suffered till he went mad?
So many showers and not
One rainbow in the lot;
Too many bitter fears
To make a pearl from tears.
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