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 and cows. No time to see, when woods we pass, Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass. No time to turn at beauty's glance And watch her feet, how the dance. No time to wait until 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.