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 (11)

Extending souls connect with each other. The society bonds more cohesively when the lengths of souls become not the barriers but bridges of communication.
People go places! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
people goes places larger than themselves. Thoughtful inference drawn. Thanks for sharing it here.10 points.
I really love this. This is like...the moon against the sun, or the rain against the lightening... this is like form and unform, all twisting and seething inside us all.
I really love this. This is like...the moon against the sun, or the rain against the lightening... this is like form and unform, all twisting and seething inside us all.
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