I saw this day sweet flowers grow thick --
But not one like the child did pick.
I heard the packhounds in green park --
But no dog like the child heard bark.
I heard this day bird after bird --
But not one like the child has heard.
A hundred butterflies saw I --
But not one like the child saw fly.
I saw the horses roll in grass --
But no horse like the child saw pass.
My world this day has lovely been --
But not like what the child has seen.
| Best Poems | Short Poems
Email Poem |
Top William Henry Davies Poems
Analysis and Comments on The Happy Child
Provide your analysis, explanation, meaning, interpretation, and comments on the poem The Happy Child here.
Commenting has been disabled for now.