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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its a great poem and i have never seen such kind of poem
its a great poem and it caught my attention
It is s good tht ours book poem is being published on google .... Wel done “engaging english“...
My daughter studies in class 5 and she has this poem in her literature book
Felt great reading leisure again....memories of school days.
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