Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books; <br />Or surely you'll grow double: <br />Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks; <br />Why all this toil and trouble? <br /> <br />The sun, above the mountain's head, <br />A freshening lustre mellow <br />Through all the long green fields has spread, <br />His first sweet evening yellow. <br /> <br />Books! 'tis a dull and endless strife: <br />Come, hear the woodland linnet, <br />How sweet his music! on my life, <br />There's more of wisdom in it. <br /> <br />And hark! how blithe the throstle sings! <br />He, too, is no mean preacher: <br />Come forth into the light of things, <br />Let Nature be your teacher. <br /> <br />She has a world of ready wealth, <br />Our minds and hearts to bless-- <br />Spontaneous wisdom breathed by health, <br />Truth breathed by cheerfulness. <br /> <br />One impulse from a vernal wood <br />May teach you more of man, <br />Of moral evil and of good, <br />Than all the sages can. <br /> <br />Sweet is the lore which Nature brings; <br />Our meddling intellect <br />Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things:-- <br />We murder to dissect. <br /> <br />Enough of Science and of Art; <br />Close up those barren leaves; <br />Come forth, and bring with you a heart <br />That watches and receives.<br /><br />William Wordsworth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-table-turned/
