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 if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
-William Henry Davies (3 July 1871 – 26 September 1940), a Welsh poet and writer.
The house that William Davies last lived in - 'Glendower', Watledge, Nailsworth, Gloucestershire, UK
2 comments:
Nice poem... at first I though wow ur good! and then i reached the bottom part....
thanks Pritz :))I really read this poem alot when I was in school..This one is called Leisure and another one called Daffodils by William Wordsworth, have been my favorite classic poems!
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