...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.)