Classic Poem

There isn't time, there isn't time
To do the things I want to do—
With all the mountain tops to climb
And all the woods to wander through
And all the seas to sail upon,
And everywhere there is to go,
And all the people, every one,
Who live upon the earth to know.
There's only time, there's only time
To know a few, and do a few,
And then sit down and make a rhyme
About the rest I want to do.