The Sleepersby William H. DaviesAs I walked down the watersideThis silent morning, wet and dark;Before the cocks in farmyards crowed,Before the dogs began to bark;Before the hour of five was struckBy old Westminster's mighty clock:As I walked down the watersideThis morning, in the cold damp air,I saw a hundred women and menHuddled in rags and sleeping there:These people have no work, thought I,And long before their time they die.That moment, on the waterside,A lighted car came at a bound;I looked inside, and saw a scoreOf pale and weary men that frowned;Each man sat in a huddled heap,Carried to work while fast asleep.Ten cars rushed down the watersideLike lighted coffins in the dark;With twenty dead men in each car,That must be brought alive by work:These people work too hard, thought I,And long before their time they die.
Tuesday, March 18, 2025
The Sleepers by William H. Davies
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