What is this life if, full of care, <br />We have no time to stand and stare. <br /> <br />No time to stand beneath the boughs <br />And stare as long as sheep or cows. <br /> <br />No time to see, when woods we pass, <br />Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass. <br /> <br />No time to see, in broad daylight, <br />Streams full of stars, like skies at night. <br /> <br />No time to turn at Beauty's glance, <br />And watch her feet, how they can dance. <br /> <br />No time to wait till her mouth can <br />Enrich that smile her eyes began. <br /> <br />A poor life this is if, full of care, <br />We have no time to stand and stare.<br /><br />William Henry Davies<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/leisure/
