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 shape 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 nighr:
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 eye began?
A poor life this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare.