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Walking along the river bank, I am compelled once again to stop, to stand and stare. I am reminded of the poem by W.H Davies
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 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.
Remnants of old signs that can just be read on the side of this former wine merchant's building; now the offices of a local architects' practice.