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.
I'm retired and probably have more time in my life now. except when I'm writing poetry or working on this website for you. This is one of my favourite walks near to my home. Yes, I have time to stop, stare and take in the full flavour of the natural world. This is my photograph taken on my old 1960s camera of The Tarn, Ilkley Moor, Ilkley, West Yorkshire. Come and see it. The peace will enrich your soul for certain. Josie
William Henry Davies or W. H. Davies (3 July 1871 – 26 September 1940) was a Welsh poet and writer. He knew about having time to stand and stare as he spent a significant part of his life as a tramp or vagabond in the UK and USA.