William Henry Davies
The Collected Poems of William H. Davies
Two little hands that show with pride,
Two timid, little feet that hide;
Two eyes no dark Señoras show
Their burning like in Mexico;
Two coral gates wherein is shown
Your queen of charms on a white throne;
Your queen of charms, the lovely smile
That an its white throne could beguile
The mastiff from his gates in hell:
Who by no whine or bark could tell
His masters what thing made him go—
And countless other charms I know.
October’s hedge has far less hues
Than thou hast charms from which to choose.