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...
They don't blink.
They don't look away.
They simpy stare.
Who knows what they are seeing? Who knows what they are hearing? Who knows what they are thinking?
There are days when it does me good to do as the poet suggests. I need to take time to stand and stare.
Without looking away.
Simply stand and stare.
Who knows what I might see? Who knows what I might hear? Who knows what I might end up thinking about?
The poet answers his own question a few lines later, tells us what sort of life we have when we don't have/make/take time to pause:
...a poor life this, if full of care,
we have no time to stand and stare.
Try it sometime. It's harder than you think. Take time to stand and stare as long as the cows. Only, do not get into a staring contest with them. You will never win.