...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.)
