William Henry Davies

The Best Friend

The Collected Poems of William H. Davies

Now shall I walk

Or shall I ride?

“Ride,” Pleasure said:

“Walk,” Joy replied.

 

Now what shall I—

Stay home or roam?

“Roam,” Pleasure said;

And Joy—“stay home.”

 

Nuw shall I dance,

Or sit for dreams?

“Sit,” answers Joy;

“Dance,” Pleasure screams.

 

Which of ye two

Will kindest be?

Pleasure laughed sweet,

But Joy kissed me.