E. E. Cummings - Oh sweet spontaneous lyrics

Oh, sweet spontaneous earth how often have the doting fingers of prurient philosophers pinched and poked thee , has the naughty thumb of science prodded thy beauty, how often have religions taken thee upon their scraggy knees squeezing and buffeting thee that thou mightest conceive gods (but true to the incomparable couch of d**h thy rhythmic lover thou answerest them only with spring)