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Leisure
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
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 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 is if, full of care,
We have no time
to stand and stare.
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