Stop to look

I subscribe to a daily mailing about literary events; recently, it contained this poem that I enjoyed:

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.

Today, I spent some time "standing and staring." It was a spectacular spring day, and I took an afternoon walk up around campus. There was plenty to stare at. Here are just a few samples: