Fortunes (Davies)

Fortunes written by William Henry Davies

From "Love Poems" (1935)

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'This house is worth a thousand pounds,
You'll not be very poor;
My pictures and my books,' said I —
'May fetch a thousand more.'
But I, who thought to see her smile,
With nothing strange or wild,
Turned round to find her limp and cold,
And crying like a child.
It seems that I, a living man,
Though life was but a linger —
Was worth a thousand cold, dead hands
With a fortune for each finger.

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