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 lustre 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 be 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.
3 comments:
Nice poem! Hope you liked our city and the awkwardly-warm weather. And I hope the show went well; I have to live on a bit of a budget so I have to wait until next time to see y'all. I hope you made some more fans!
¡Adoro el color de el otoño!
Beautiful poem. Nice choice.
My favorite part:
"Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks;
Why all this toil and trouble?"
I needed that today! Gracias.
Also. . .
"Close up those barren leaves;
Come forth, and bring with you a heart
That watches and receives."
I am lovin' the hair! Looks a little "B-52"ish. Or could be more like Peter Tork.
The last picture. . . looks like a U.F.O. flying from between the buildings.
I miss la lectura tu cuentos, Roy. I need a fix. Espero que tú escribirá algunos nuevos pronto.
Usted es una inspiración a mí.
Wish I could call you a muse, but you'd have to be a goddness. ;-)
Hasta
It's been a while since I've read much poetry. So few people write like that now. It's gorgeous.
The mountains are still red here, but it's been rainy and I've been too sick to fully enjoy it. I guess the poem can tide me over. :)
--Melanie
Peter Tork? Is someone a Monkees fan? Not seeing that one. LOL (sheepishly admits to having pics all over her wall during the Jr. High years, though.)
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