[[Небо в алмазах]]

когда я думаю о жизни, мне всегда вспоминается этот стих...
What is this life if, full of care
We have no time to stand and stare?
No time to stand, beneath and boughs
And stand as long, as sheeps 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 is if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare...