The Tables Turned ( By william wordsworth )

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 health,
Truth breathed by cheerfulness.

One impulse from a vernal wood 
May teach you more of man,
Of moral evil and of good,
Than all the sages can.

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