William Henry Davies (Уильям Генри Дэвис (Дэйвис))

A Greeting

GOOD morning, Life--and all
Things glad and beautiful.
My pockets nothing hold,
But he that owns the gold,
The Sun, is my great friend--
His spending has no end.

Hail to the morning sky,
Which bright clouds measure high;
Hail to you birds whose throats
Would number leaves by notes;
Hail to you shady bowers,
And you green field of flowers.

Hail to you women fair,
That make a show so rare
In cloth as white as milk--
Be't calico or silk:
Good morning, Life--and all
Things glad and beautiful. 

1. My Youth
2. Smiles
3. Спящие • The Sleepers
4. The Starved
5. The Old Oak Tree

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