The Collected Poems of William H. Davies/Starers

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STARERS

The small birds peck at apples ripe, And twice as big as them in size;The wind doth make the hedge’s leaves Shiver with joy, until it dies.Young Gossamer is in the field; He holds the flowers with silver line—They nod their heads as horses should. And there are forty dappled kineAs fat as snails in deep, dark wells, And just as shiny too—as theyLie in a green field, motionless, And every one now stares my way.I must become a starer too: I stare at them as urchins canWhen seamen talk, or any child That sees by chance its first black man.I stare at drops of rain that shine Like glowworms, when the time is noon;I stare at little stars in Heaven, That like to stare like the big Moon.
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