"Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils."
"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 these barren leaves; Come forth, and bring with you a heart That watches and receives."
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Source: 'The Tables Turned' (1798)
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