Leisure

What is this life if, full of care,

We have no time to stand one stare.

    No time to stand beneath the bought

   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 eye began.

A poor life this if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare.