This World is Too Much
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, she bares her bosom to the moon
The wind that will be howling at all hours
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flower
For this
For everything
Have we realized? We are out of tune
It moves us not
Oh higher power, I’d rather be
A pagan, a heathen, an atheist
Suckled in a creed outworn
So might I
standing on this pleasant lea
Have flashbacks and glimpses
That would make me less forlorn
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea
A gasp from Anemoi wheezing his breeze
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn