The world is too much with us

by William Wordsworth

 

The world is too much with us ; late and soon,
     Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers :
     Little we see in Nature that is ours ;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon !
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon ;
     The winds that will be howling at all hours,
     And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers ;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune ;
It moves us not. – Great God ! I’d rather be
     A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn ;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
     Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn ;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea ;
     Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.
 
William Wordsworth | Classic Poems
 

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