A poem by William Henry Davies

This poem appeared somewhere in my 7th or 8th standard English book... I have always loved this poem... and it always plays in my mind now & then... I feel this poem makes me a lot guilty now than when I tried to memorize it then... :) This Poem is dedicated To all my blog readers... To all hard-workers who really are missing something important in life... 

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 is if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare.