William Henry Davies
The Collected Poems of William H. Davies
A year's a post, on which
It saith
The distance—growing less—
To Death.
Some posts I missed, beguiled
By Song
And Beauty, as I passed
Along.
But sad am I to think
This day
Of forty posts passed on
My way.
For not one post I now
Must pass
Will ’scape these eyes of mine,
Alas!