Leisure
What is this life if, full of care We have no time to stand and stare No time to stand beneath the boughs And stare as long as sheep or cows No time to see, when woods we pass Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass No time to see in broad daylight Streams full of stars, like skies at night No time to turn at beauty's glance, And watch her feet, how they can dance No time to wait till her mouth can Enrich that smile her eyes began A poor life this, if full of care, We have no time to stand and stare
W. H. Davies (1871-1940)