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William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909.

The World Is Too Much with Us; Late and Soon

William Wordsworth (1770–1850)

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 wind that will be howling at all hours,

And are up-gather’d 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.