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.


W. H. Davis

Back in the middle of next week.

4 thoughts on “Away

  1. Oh yeah, you go away, and then you come back all cultured like! Cluttering up the blogosphere with your high brow poetry posts? Hmmm. We’ll see about that, now..

    “There was a young lady from Ealing..”


  2. love the cat! My cat does that; if a stranger comes to the house, she runs upstairs and pokes her head out to look at them from a safe distance!

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