Combing

Combing written by William Henry Davies

From "The Birth Of Song", 1936

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All for the sake of lovely dreams,
I search the World, and everywhere;
I comb the hours for golden thoughts,
As a mermaid combs her hair.
And as she sometimes combs out gold,
That shines like shreds of silk;
That makes the sand she sings on rich,
As cream enriches milk;
And sometimes combs out mud or weeds,
All gathered from her miles afloat -
So I, who find a dream at times,
Am sometimes left without a thought.

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