the supertramp - W.H.Davies - poetryClick image for Davies home

One Token

The power was given at birth to me
To stare at a rainbow, bird or tree,
Longer than any man alive;
And from these trances, when they're gone,
My songs of joy come, one by one.

But what I want I cannot have:
One token from beyond the grave,
That hour I neither dream nor sleep,
To prove death but a veil to hide
Another life on the other side.