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 or 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 is if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or 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 is if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
William Henry Davies
Lovely small blooms that flower naturally.
The carefree terrapin who cares about nothing.
The trunk is but just a spot for the ferns to perch and live.
Ferns that know no bounds.
The evergreen flowering creeper that climbs freely.
This is the most loved spot; the green creeper that spreads so widely without fuss.
Leisure is one of the poems that may be tested tomorrow.
As we examined the truth behind the simplicity of the poem both teacher and students truly agree that we must pause and appreciate life and nature.
Today I became an obedient student of the poem and walked around the garden, pausing here and there to see the beauty of nature. Today I resolved too that I cannot solve all the problems of the world; but I can at least love myself enough to see the beauty of life.
Leisure has taught me precious lessons.
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