What is this life

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)

Создан 21 июл 2011

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