Time "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,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 canEnrich that smile her eyes began?

A poor life this if, full of care,We have no time to stand and stare.