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 is if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare.
by William Henry Davies
No comments:
Post a Comment