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 stars, 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 the smile her eyes began
A poor life this if, full of care,
we have no time to stand and stare