There was a place in childhood that I remember well, And there a voice of sweetest tone bright fairy tales did tell.
My heart leaps up when I behold a rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die!
Sweet is the lore which Nature brings; Our meddling intellect Misshapes the beauteous forms of things: We murder to dissect.