LEISURE
By: W H Davies
WHAT is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?
No time to stand beneath the boughs,
No time to stand beneath the boughs,
And stare as long as sheep and cows
No time to see, when woods we pass,
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass
No time to see in broad daylight
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
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.
