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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=506662" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Natural Magic.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=506662" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I have put by the schoolmen,<br>The seeming great and sage;<br>Nor will I taste the vintage<br>Brewed in the vats of Age;<br>But I will sip the dewdrops<br>On the lily's leaves unfurl'd,<br>And list the wild birds warble<br>The wisdom of the world.<br>But this shall be my learning:<br>Whate'er the pundit knows<br>Has the dust of doubt upon it<br>As to the grave it goes.<br>The truths that I would gather<br>Are different in kind,<br>Touched with a natural magic<br>No artifice can find.<br>Ere time, a weird, wild creature,<br>Had been ensnared and thrall'd<br>By any human meaning,<br>The gods in thunder call'd<br>Among the heights and hollows,<br>Like syllables that sent<br>Into the moods of Nature<br>Aerial wonderment.<br>And this shall be my learning,<br>And to this tune I'll grow<br>As to a magic rarer<br>Than all the schoolmen know;<br>Within the ways that hint of<br>The heathen joys that roam —<br>The simple things that come to<br>The heart, and find a home.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Robert+Crawford">Robert Crawford</a></strong></div>