Leisure
William Henry Davies
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the bough
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
Not 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 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
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stop and stare.
I LOVE that poem, Holly. I first read it in the book A Severe Mercy. It is to timely. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteBTW, I love your header. Great job!