Nature's Moods

Nature's Moods written by William Henry Davies

Nature Poems (1908)

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I like the showers that make the grass so fresh,
And birds' notes fresher too; and like the Mist,
Who makes thin shadows of those heavy hills,
That carried in the light a hundred fields,
A score of woods, and many a house of stone.
Or see the jealous Sun appear, and make
That Mist, Morn's phantom lover, go;
And drive him to the farthest hill in sight,
On which he'll make his last and dying stand;
A lover, he? Ah, no; a vampire, who
Comes out of Night's black grave to suck Morn's blood.
I like to see the Sun appear at last,
To meet the Clouds, Clouds armed with arrow-rain;
And see him lift his rainbow banner high.
Or see upon a misty night how Stars
Half ope their eyes and close, as if in doubt
To keep awake or not; how sometimes they
Do seem so far and faint, I almost think
My eyes play false, and they are Fancy's stars.
I welcome Nature in her every mood :
To see a hundred crows toss wild about,
Blowing in Heaven's face like balls of soot,
As they make their delirious cries, sure signs
Of coming storm - not half a one, I hope.

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