Life

WHAT is this life if, full of thorns as well as roses,

We have no time to stand and stare?-

No time to stand beneath the twigs,

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 thorns as well roses, We have no time to stand and stare.