20.
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.
W.H.
Davies 1871-1940
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