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

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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:

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No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night:

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No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance:

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No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began?

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

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