Taking Stock

The Loneliest Mountain written by William Henry Davies

From "The Loneliest Mountain", 1939

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A pipe to smoke, and ale that's mulled,
    With walnuts fresh enough to peel;
The voice of Love, that comes and goes,
    And brings a kiss between each meal;
A day that's hot, for a shady tree,
    A night that's cold, for a cosy bed;
A brain that's starved for lovelier dreams,
    A body light, and daintily fed;
A search for keys no man can find,
    To turn the lock of Life and Death:
With these my stock, my song is done -
    And, tell me, do I waste my breath?

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