The world is too much with us ...

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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 wreathed horn.


Even in 1802, when Wordsworth wrote this, getting and spending was seen as a factor in our divorce from nature.  This is an anti-materialist environmentalist's sonnet.  A tribute, then, on this his birthday – April 7th which should forever be, Wordsworth Day.

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