World Is Too Much With Us, The World is Too Much With Us, The |
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World Is Too Much With Us, TheWorld is Too Much With Us, The
World is Too Much With Us, The
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 - gather`d now like sleeping flowers,
For this, for every thing, 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 wreathed horn.
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