Finding the heart of our unending Summer...

...One impulse from a vernal wood 

May teach you more of man, 

 Of moral evil and of good, 

Than all the sages can.

 Sweet is the lore which Nature brings; 

Our meddling intellect

Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things: 

We murder to dissect. 

Enough of science and of art; 

Close up those barren leaves;

 Come forth and bring with you a heart 

That watches and receives.

( William Wordsworth   'TheTablesTurned', stanzas 6^8.)