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 or 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 is if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

by William Henry Davies

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Comments (60)

Felt great reading leisure again....memories of school days.
Beautiful and wonderful poem and even I am trying to write likr this
Very nice poem. We all are busy throughout our life just to accumulate weather for ourselves and comming generations. There are even some people who have sufficient money then also they don't enjoy. Don't want to spend a single penny on themselves also.
My grandmothers favorite poem and mine.
How true
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