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 scars, 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. Davies
9 comments:
What a lovely poem Miss Lena.
Hope you have a nice week.
Purrs,
Genghis
We love that poem so much!!!!
You looks like you are made for this Vitrine, Lena!!!
Cute and beautiful photos!!!
♥
Have a wonderful week!
♥liche Gruesse
Stefanie and the Mietzekatzen und Kater
Beautiful photos of Lena and what a lovely poem -- and so true. Although as I age I do take a bit more time to stop and stare, even though it's because of fatigue instead of choice. But it makes me wonder how much I've missed all these years by being such a busy-holic!!
Hugs, pets, and purrs,
Lorraine
Beautiful poem! And a great place to stand and stare!
dear Missie Lenaflower, guess what? mommie's mom's name is Lena too, except they say it like Leni in Holland.
You are soooo beautiful and sweet. You look very very bonkfully happy to
huge bonks from me and Milesington
A beautiful poem and you are a charming accessory for that curio cabinet!
Lena, how did you get up on that cabinet? Especially without destroying any of the pretty things inside?
Loved the poem. You are a good climber, Miss Lena. You must be a tree dweller.
Our human luf the poem. Are you surveying your domain, lovely Lena?
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