From Leisure

What is this life, if full of care
We have no time to stand and stare?
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.
A poor life this is if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

- W. H. Davies