Leisure
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 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 late 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 if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
Absolutely awesome and much needed around these parts! Thanks for stopping by my space the other day! It's great to meet you. I look forward to reading through your blog also. It's quite lovely and fun!
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Beautiful photo and lovely poem. Taking deep breaths...
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