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 is 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 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.
William Henry Davies
This poem has put the Guess Who's "No Time" in my head. :)
ReplyDeleteThe poem is beautiful and goes so well with that picture of that old barn. It's so true that we need to enjoy the peace and just see what is before our eyes
ReplyDeleteOh wow. This really touches a chord in me. I appreciate your sharing it.
ReplyDeletethe barn photo is really beautiful, and the poem ~ what good reminder to be in it...in the moment and experience the place, time, characters.
ReplyDeletei missed coming here :-)