Thursday, June 2, 2005

another favorite poem, rediscovered

            Leisure
    by William Henry 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 can 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.

5 comments:

joolsinwa said...

beautiful , and unfortunately all too true!
~ Julie~ http://journals.aol.com/joolsinwa/randommusingsofmymind

tendernoggle said...

WONDERFUL POEM....I LOVED IT....AND IT TELLS THE TRUTH!
CARLENE

madcobug said...

I liked that one. Helen

marainey1 said...

I too love the poem.  You have such beautiful scenery to 'stand' and stare' at.  City life doesn't offer that kind of view, but I still find beauty in a lot on a smaller scale. And my ride to work each morning provides a view of the farmer's fields.  I haven't seen any corn coming up here yet.
How blessed you are !  'On Ya'  -ma

fitzzer said...

Great poem and how true! ~ Lori