垂青

What is this life, 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 the 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.

A poor life this, if ,full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare.