Taken from the sketchbook drawing, one of my favourite spots on the port and one of my first gelliplate experiments. The writing comes from a favourite poem 'Leisure' by William Henry Davies.

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.

The words are the faint traces of a previous print, I think they add to the piece.

I'm keeping the original as it's what kicked this whole thing off.