The Two Lives

By William Henry Davies

Now how could I, with gold to spare,
Who know the harlot's arms, and wine,
it in this green !ield all alone,
I! Nature was not truly mine"
That #leasure li!e wakes stale at morn,
$rom heavy sleep that no rest %rings&
This li!e o! 'uiet (oy wakes !resh,
)nd claps its wings at morn, and sings*
o here sit I, alone till noon,
In one long dream o! 'uiet %liss+
I hear the lark and share his (oy,
With no more winedrops than were his*
uch, Nature, is thy charm and power,
ince I have made the ,use my wi!e,
To keep me !rom the harlot's arms,
)nd save me !rom a drunkard's li!e*