Leisure
by William
Henry Davies
What is this
life if, full of care,
We have no
time to stop 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.
