Friday, October 12, 2007

dawdling on the way home from the bus stop





W. H. Davies
Leisure
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 and 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.

2 comments:

Plutarch said...

A worth while dawdle!

Lucas said...

AS true today as when W H Davies wrote it it. A whole world opens up when you enlarge photograph2.