My friend Nadim just shared what tells me is his favorite poem, and has been since he was a child. Kinda hits me in the stomach:
Leisure
by William Henry DaviesWhat 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 that smile her eyes began.A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
Source: Songs Of Joy and Others, published in 1911 by A. C. Fifield (accessed via Wikipedia on 11 Sept 2018).
Elizabeth Ü 