We murder to dissect. "The Tables Turned" - A Poem a Day to Celebrate National Poetry Month

April is National Poetry Month, and to celebrate, I'm sharing a poem each day.

"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
Mis-shapes 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.

Portrait of William Wordsworth by Benjamin Robert Haydon (National Portrait Gallery).

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Submitted by Redding, CT

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