Listen to:
The World is Too Much With Us (:48)
by William Wordsworth
performed by Bob Gonzalez, rhapsode
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!
The 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.
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