The Tables Turned + 

An Evening Scene on the Same Subject + 

Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks; + 

Why all this toil and trouble? + 

Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books, + 

Or surely you’ll grow double. + 

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! + 

And he 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 + 

Misshapes 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. + 