William Henry Davies - A Plain Life

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No idle gold — since this fine sun, my friend Is no mean miser, but doth freely spend No prescious stones — since these green mornings show Without a charge, their pearls where'er I go No lifeless books — since birds with their sweet tongues Will read aloud to me their happier songs No painted scenes — since clouds can change their skies A hundred times a day to please my eyes No headstrong wine — since, when I drink, the spring Into my eager ears will softly sing No surplus clothes — since every simple beast Can teach me to be happy with the least