WH DAVIES - Garden Plans 



I’ll have the primrose grow in grass, 

Held up in hands of soft, green moss. 

If in twelve months no green moss grows 

On that large stone, then out It goes. 

Above my window-top there'll be 

A creeper that grows wild and free;

Until so many leaves have grown, 

They’ll make a curtain halfway down. 

In that round corner place shall grow 

A holly tree, for Winter’s snow; 

There shall the Robin Redbreast sing, 

Till snow—that feathers everything 

That has no life-blood pulsing through— 

Would feather his warm feathers too! 

This lime, now old, I'll slowly kill 

With creeper-sucker leaves; until 

The leaves that grow around its bole, 

Makes it a child all beautiful— 

When with her naked knee that’s brown, 

She stands with half her stocking down. 

A lovelier death no man shall see— 

Than seen in my half-strangled tree. 



W. H. DAVIES

May 1925, The London Mercury, Vol XII, No 67