This little poem is memorable in its simplicity yet wisdom and a certain grace. 
The Welsh poet, WH Davies (1871-1940), described himself in his 1908 autobiography as a super-tramp. He spent some years in the USA and Canada and, in a curious coincidence with last week’s poet ,WE Henley, lost a leg, though in Davies’s case train-hopping. Both were in their different ways undaunted.          
                               

LEISURE
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 and 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.