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 squirrel 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 mouth began
A poor life this if,
full of care
We have no time
to stand and stare
By William Henry Davies
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