LEISURE By 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,
No time to see,when woods we pass,
No time to see in broad day light,
Streams full of stars,like stars 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
A poor life this if,full of care,