Monday, August 6, 2007

Joy and Pleasure

Now, joy is born of parents poor,

And pleasure of our richer kind;

Though pleasure's free, she cannot sing

As sweet a song as joy confined.

Pleasure's a Moth, that sleeps by day

And dances by false glare at night;

But Joy's a Butterfly, that loves

To spread its wings in Nature's light.

Joy's like a Bee that gently sucks

Away on blossoms its sweet hour;

But pleasure's like a greedy Wasp,

That plums and cherries would devour.

Joy's like a Lark that lives alone,

Whose ties are very strong, though few;

But Pleasure like a Cuckoo roams,

Makes much acquaintance, no friends true.

Joy from her heart doth sing at home,

With little care if others hear;

But pleasure then is cold and dumb,

And sings and laughs with strangers near.

William Henry Davies


Renee said...

Your girls are so beautiful. Hopefully I'll get up there before the end of the month to leave big kiss marks all over their cheeks. I sent you a recipe today - just giving you the heads up because it may come through as junk mail...but its my new favorite and worth sharing.
Love you all!

Charlotte Eagles Soccer Club Brazil Tour 2007 said...

i love you my beautiful family...