Here comes Kate Summers, who, for gold,
Takes any man to bed:
“You knew my friend, Nell Barnes,” she said;
“You knew Nell Barnes — she’s dead.
“Nell Barnes was bad on all you men,
Unclean, a thief as well;
Yet all my life I have not found
A better friend than Nell.
“So I sat at her side at last,
For hours, till she was dead;
And yet she had no sense at all
Of any word I said.
“For all her cry but came to this —
‘Not for the world! Take care:
Don’t touch that bird of paradise,
Perched on the bed-post there!’
“I asked her would she like some grapes,
Som damsons ripe and sweet;
A custard made with new-laid eggs,
Or tender fowl to eat.
“I promised I would follow her,
To see her in her grave;
And buy a wreath with borrowed pence,
If nothing I could save.
“Yet still her cry but came to this —
‘Not for the world! Take care:
Don’t touch that bird of paradise,
Perched on the bed-post there!’ ”
(William Henry Davies)
More Poetry from William Henry Davies:
William Henry Davies Poems based on Topics: Man, Gold, World, Summer, Friendship- Truly Great (William Henry Davies Poem)
- When on a Summer's Morn (William Henry Davies Poems)
- Where We Differ (William Henry Davies Poem)
- The Sleepers (William Henry Davies Poem)
- The Sluggard (William Henry Davies Poem)
- The Villain (William Henry Davies Poem)
Readers Who Like This Poem Also Like:
Based on Topics: Man Poems, World Poems, Friendship Poems, Gold Poems, Summer PoemsBased on Keywords: promised, ripe, eggs, thief, wreath, perched, fowl, borrowed, grapes, unclean, pence