William Henry Davies
The Collected Poems of William H. Davies
Sweet Chance, that led my steps abroad,
Beyond the town, where wild flowers grow—
A rainbow and a cuckoo, Lord,
How rich and great the times are now!
Know, all ye sheep
And cows, that keep
On staring that I stand so long
In grass that’s wet from heavy rain—
A rainbow and a cuckoo’s song
May never come together again;
May never come
This side the tomb.