William Allingham Writing by William Allingham poembay January 27, 2024 A man who keeps a diary, paysDue toll to many tedious days;But life becomes eventful–thenHis busy hand forgets the pen.Most books, indeed, are records lessOf fulness than of emptiness. Share this poem! Continue Reading Previous Previous post: Wayside Flowers by William AllinghamNext Next post: Morning Song Of Senlin by Conrad Aiken Leave a Reply Cancel replyYour email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment * Name * Email * Website Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment. More Poetry Wayside Flowers by William Allingham January 27, 2024 The Touchstone by William Allingham January 27, 2024