ATMann's Spirited Blog
Saturday, September 27, 2008
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
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