Days Too Short
W. H. Davies
1871 to 1940
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For me, doth wear the veil of Night.
And rills, as soon as born, must sing;
When butterflies will make side-leaps,
And small, blue violets come between;
Ere perfect quite; and bees will stand
When primroses are out in Spring,
Each seems a broken rimmèd moon—
As though escaped from Nature's hand
When such things are, this world too soon,
When merry birds sing on boughs green,
When small clouds are so silvery white
Upon their heads in fragrant deeps;