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 awesome for my girlfriend
~ When my love swears that she is made of truth I do believe her, though I know she lies, ~ .............he does believe love....even though he knows she lies... .........this means he is a believer in love....great write..
Awesome I like this poem, check mine out
I cannot lie but live to tell the truth. Flattered by the lips that never spoke. Eleven lines are left two split in half......iip
And wherefore say not I that I am old? O, love's best habit is in seeming trust, And age in love, loves not to have years told. Therefore I lie with her, and she with me, And in our faults by lies we flattered be
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