William Henry Davies
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.