No idle gold -- since this fine sun, my friend, <br />Is no mean miser, but doth freely spend. <br /> <br />No prescious stones -- since these green mornings show, <br />Without a charge, their pearls where'er I go. <br /> <br />No lifeless books -- since birds with their sweet tongues <br />Will read aloud to me their happier songs. <br /> <br />No painted scenes -- since clouds can change their skies <br />A hundred times a day to please my eyes. <br /> <br />No headstrong wine -- since, when I drink, the spring <br />Into my eager ears will softly sing. <br /> <br />No surplus clothes -- since every simple beast <br />Can teach me to be happy with the least.<br /><br />William Henry Davies<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-plain-life/
