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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A FLEETING PASSION, by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES Poet Analysis First Line: Thou shalt not laugh, thou shalt not romp Last Line: Till men with horses pass, and carts. Alternate Author Name(s): Davies, W. H. | |||
Thou shalt not laugh, thou shalt not romp, Let's grimly kiss with bated breath; As quietly and solemnly As Life when it is kissing Death. Now in the silence of the grave, My hand is squeezing that soft breast; While thou dost in such passion lie, It mocks me with its look of rest. But when the morning comes at last, And we must part, our passions cold, You'll think of some new feather, scarf To buy with my small piece of gold; And I'll be dreaming of green lanes, Where little things with beating hearts Hold shining eyes between the leaves, Till men with horses pass, and carts. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CHILD'S PET by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES A MOTHER TO HER SICK CHILD by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES A STRANGE MEETING by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES A THOUGHT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES ADVICE by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES APRIL'S LAMBS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES BIRD AND BROOK by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES COWSLIPS AND LARKS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES DAYS TOO SHORT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES EARLY MORN by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES |
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