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 and 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. | |
| — Written by: W. H. Davies | |
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