Dear Mike,
Your post brings another verse from Wordsworth to mind (I'm not sure why
Wordsworth has been coming to mind recently, may be, to some, a
regressive reach into Romanticism):
Sweet is the lore that nature brings
Our medding Intellect
Misshapes the beauteous forms of things
We murder to dissect
In Peace,
K.
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