Thursday, November 11, 2004
Leisure by William Henry Davies
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 that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
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I saw a comment on my blog. I guess it's by you. I think if I had known you, I would have tried to run away. I don't know what made you write what you did, but I still believe that "IIT + IIM" is a definite class which i do not have. I am not your intellectual equal. So identify with people of your class. Had I known you?
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