Wm. 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 at night.
No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they 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.
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 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.
I’m such in a rush of works I have to finish before I leave for the trip. My English supporter sent this poem to me today. This shows exactly how I struggle against my works.
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ReplyDeleteI know this poem! I like its meaning... its so true... got to stop and smell the roses every now and then. I hope work isn't too much of a rush and that you managed to relax and enjoy your trip :)
ReplyDeleteTalk to you when you get back to Dundee... we should go for cookies!
Ken :D