Sweet is the lore which Nature brings;_x000D_ _x000D_ Our meddling intellect_x000D_ _x000D_ Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things_x000D_ _x000D_ We murder to dissect._x000D_ _x000D_ Enough of Science and of Art;_x000D_ _x000D_ Close up these barren leaves;_x000D_ _x000D_ Come forth, and bring with you a heart_x000D_ _x000D_ That watches and receives.
William WordsworthRead