From a William Wordsworth poem:

Sweet is the lore which Nature brings,
Our meddling intellect
misshapes 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, from The Tables Turned

- posted by A T Mann @ 1:13 PM