What is this life if, full of care, we have no time to stop & stare

This poem by "W H Davies", known as "What is this life if full of care we have no time to stop and stare" but actually entitled "Leisure" has been on my mind a lot since we arrived in France a week ago... enjoy! 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&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