by William Henry Davies (1871 - 1940)

The green tent
Language: English 
Summer has spread a cool, green tent
Upon the bare poles of this tree;
Where 'tis a joy to sit all day,
And hear the small bird's melody;
To see the sheep stand bolt upright,
Nibbling at grass almost their height.
 
And much I marvel now how men
Can waste their fleeting days in greed;
That one man should desire more gold
Than twenty men should truly need;
For is not this green tent more sweet
Than any chamber of the great?
 
This tent, at which I spend my day,
Was made by Nature's cost, not mine;
And when night comes, and I must sleep,
No matter if my room be fine
Or common, for Content and Health
Can sleep without the power of Wealth.

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This text was added to the website: 2009-01-15
Line count: 18
Word count: 125