The dearness of common things - <br />Beech wood, tea, plate-shelves, <br />And the whole family of crockery - <br />Wood-axes, blades, helves. <br /> <br />Ivory milk, earth's coffee, <br />The white face of books <br />And the touch, feel, smell of paper - <br />Latin's lovely looks. <br /> <br />Earth fine to handle; <br />The touch of clouds, <br />When the imagining arm leaps out to caress <br />Grey worsted or wool clouds. <br /> <br />Wool, rope, cloth, old pipes <br />Gone, warped in service; <br />And the one herb of tobacco, <br />The herb of grace, the censer weed, <br />Of whorled, blue, finger-traced curves.<br /><br />Ivor Gurney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/common-things-3/
