The Collected Poems of William H. Davies/Margery

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MARGERY

The Butterfly loves Mignonette, And every moment deeper sips;When Winds do shake him by his wings, He fastens tighter with his lips;So let the whole world make me shake,I will not from my true love break.
The bird is perched alone and sings, Not all the rain can make him stop;In sooth he singeth more, as though He’d sing one note for each rain-drop;So, like that bird, to his heart true,I’ll sing through showers that wet me through.
A thousand trees to every house, A singing bird in every tree;And in the midst of these she dwells, And lives for me—doth Margery;Where we can take our sweet love’s fillShut in a garden green and still.
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