What is this life if, full of care?
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the bughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows
No time to see when woods we pass
When squirrels hide their nuts in grass
No time to see, in board 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 car,
Enrich that smile her eyes began
A poor life this is, full of care
We have no time to stand and star.
W.H. Davies (1981-1940)