Stand and stare

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the bouches
And stares 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.

A poor life this is full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

William H. Davies

marcada em pedra num jardim próximo de Saint Mary's Church em Gowran, República da Irlanda

Ps- Especialmente para a Elisa