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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
COMFORT, by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES Poet Analysis First Line: From my own kind I only learn Last Line: Beneath his own soft wing. Alternate Author Name(s): Davies, W. H. Subject(s): Comfort | |||
From my own kind I only learn How foolish comfort is; To gather things that happy minds Should neither crave nor miss: Fine brackets to adorn my walls, Whose tales are quickly told; And copper candlesticks or brass, Which soon must leave me cold. From my own kind I only learn That comfort breeds more care; But when I watch our smaller lives, There's plainness everywhere: That little bird is well content, When he no more can sing, To close his eyes and tuck his head Beneath his own soft wing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A YOUNG WOMAN DYING by NORMAN DUBIE SECOND TIME AROUND by CAROLYN KIZER LANDRUM'S DINER, RENO by DORIANNE LAUX THE DADDY STRAIN by KAREN SWENSON THE MAD WOMAN'S SONG by KAREN SWENSON A BIRD'S ANGER by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES |
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