The Tables Turned ( By william wordsworth ) Up! Up! My Friend, and quit your books, Or surely you’ll grow double ; Up! Up! My Friend, and clear your looks ; Why all this toil and trouble ? The sun, above the mountain’s head, A freshening luster mellow Through all the long green fields has spread, His first sweet evening yellow. Books! ‘tis a dull and endless strife: Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music! On my life, There’s more of wisdom in it. And hark! How blithe the throstle sings! He, too, is no mean preacher: Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature by your Teacher. She has a world of ready wealth, Our minds and hearts to bless Spontaneous wisdom breathed by heal...
Who looks outside dreams; who looks inside awakes.