A little poetry post from several years ago, led me to remember this website: Zoppa.com The links on that page take you to a series of old poems with woodblock illustrations.
And here is a repost of a post from my blogspot page in 2007:
This poem by Eleanor Farjeon beautifully expresses how I feel. Sure, I could spend more energy trying to get it all done…. but that would leave no time for dreaming.
There Isn’t Time
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 lives 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.
Eleanor Farjeon was an interesting person, who wrote many interesting things. Check out her entry at Wikipedia or google her name.