These lines I would have sent to a beautiful maid that over toiled herself with books, till her radiant face gathered dust and spider web wreathed upon her hair: <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Oh listen to the falling rain and shake your dusty looks <br />Why all this toil and languid trouble? <br />Oh this swirling slanting rain, abandon your books <br />You will grow bold and double <br /> <br />The glorious sun above the mountain's head <br />A freshening luster mellow, <br />through all the long green fields has spread, <br />his first sweet evening yellow <br /> <br />Oh leave your books this is a dull and endless strife <br />come and listen to the woodland linnet, <br />how sweet his music; on our life <br />there is more of wisdom in it <br /> <br />But hash! how blithe the throstle sings <br />And he is no mean preacher <br />Come forth into the lights of natural things <br />Let nature be your teacher <br /> <br />Oh nature through rain, sun and wind has a world of ready wealth <br />our craving minds and questioning hearts to bless <br />Spontaneous wisdom breathed by health <br />Truth! , Truth breathed by cheerfulness <br /> <br />One impulse from a vernal wood <br />may teach you more of mankind and of man; <br />of moral evil and of good <br />then all the dead sages can <br /> <br />Sweet is the lore which nature brings; <br />our meddling intellect <br />Misshapes and misplaces the beauteous forms of things <br />we would murder to dissect <br /> <br />Enough of science and of distilled art; <br />Close these books, these barren leaves <br />Come forth and bring with you a heart <br />that throbs, that watches that thrives and receives <br /> <br /> <br /> copy rights 2010<br /><br />Nero CaroZiv<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/abandon-your-books/
