The+World+is+Too+Much+With+Us

The World is too Much With Us - 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; (1)] So might I, standing on this pleasant [|lea, (2)] Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of [|Proteus (3)] rising from the sea; Or hear old [|Triton (4)] blow his wreathed horn.