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 , then woods we pass ,

Where quirrels hide their nuts in grass .

No time to turn at beauty's glance ,

And watch her feet, how they 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 .