Ambition, and Other Poems/Friends Unborn

by William Henry Davies

Friends Unborn

With this one friend—I ask no more— To love me till I die,I sing my songs that, after death, My friends may multiply.To make this world, when I am gone, Think all the more of me—Each time a rainbow's in the sky, Or bird is on a tree.That God may say, when I am judged— 'This sinner did his duty:Who made men worship me the more, By his great love of beauty.'