What Thoughts are Mine

What Thoughts are Mine written by William Henry Davies

From "Forty New Poems", (1918)

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What thoughts are mine when she is gone,
And I sit dreaming here, alone;
My fingers are the little people
That climb her breast to its red steeple;
And, there arrived, they play until
She wakes and murmurs - 'Love, be still'.
She is the patient, loving mare,
And I the colt to pull her hair;
She is the deer, and my desire
Pursues her like a forest fire;
She is the child, and does not know
What a fierce bear she calls 'Bow-wow'.
But, Lord, when her sweet self is near,
These very thoughts cause all my fear.
I sit beneath her quiet sense,
And each word fears its consequence;
So Puss, Puss, Puss!' I cry. At that
I hang my head and stroke the cat.

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