What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare

I also love a quiet place That's green, away from all mankind; A lonely pool, and let a tree Sigh with her bosom over me.

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.

Go you and, with such glorious hues, Live with proud peacocks in green parks