Love the Jealous
Love the Jealous
W. H. Davies
W. H. Davies
W. H. Davies
W. H. Davies
I praised the daisies on my lawn,And then my lady mowed them down.My garden stones, improved by moss,She moved—and that was Beauty’s loss.When I adored the sunlight, sheKept a bright fire indoors for me.She saw I loved the birds, and thatMade her one day bring home a cat.She plucks my flowers to deck each room,And make me follow where they bloom.Because my friends were kind and many,She said—“What need has Love of any?”What is my gain, and what my loss?Fire without sun, stones bare of moss,Daisies beheaded, one by one;The birds cat-hunted, friends all gone—These are my losses: yet, I swear,A love less jealous in its careWould not be worth the changing skinThat she and I are living in.
I praised the daisies on my lawn,And then my lady mowed them down.My garden stones, improved by moss,She moved—and that was Beauty’s loss.When I adored the sunlight, sheKept a bright fire indoors for me.She saw I loved the birds, and thatMade her one day bring home a cat.She plucks my flowers to deck each room,And make me follow where they bloom.Because my friends were kind and many,She said—“What need has Love of any?”What is my gain, and what my loss?Fire without sun, stones bare of moss,Daisies beheaded, one by one;The birds cat-hunted, friends all gone—These are my losses: yet, I swear,A love less jealous in its careWould not be worth the changing skinThat she and I are living in.
I praised the daisies on my lawn,And then my lady mowed them down.My garden stones, improved by moss,She moved—and that was Beauty’s loss.When I adored the sunlight, sheKept a bright fire indoors for me.She saw I loved the birds, and thatMade her one day bring home a cat.She plucks my flowers to deck each room,And make me follow where they bloom.Because my friends were kind and many,She said—“What need has Love of any?”What is my gain, and what my loss?Fire without sun, stones bare of moss,Daisies beheaded, one by one;The birds cat-hunted, friends all gone—These are my losses: yet, I swear,A love less jealous in its careWould not be worth the changing skinThat she and I are living in.
I praised the daisies on my lawn,
And then my lady mowed them down.
My garden stones, improved by moss,
She moved—and that was Beauty’s loss.
When I adored the sunlight, she
Kept a bright fire indoors for me.
She saw I loved the birds, and that
Made her one day bring home a cat.
She plucks my flowers to deck each room,
And make me follow where they bloom.
Because my friends were kind and many,
She said—“What need has Love of any?”
What is my gain, and what my loss?
Fire without sun, stones bare of moss,
Daisies beheaded, one by one;
The birds cat-hunted, friends all gone—
These are my losses: yet, I swear,
A love less jealous in its care
Would not be worth the changing skin
That she and I are living in.