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 day light, 
         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 if, full of care,
               We have no time to stand and stare.


               William Henry Davies (1871-1940)