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.
William Wordsworth (1806)
4 comments:
I watched a hummingbird flirt with a leaf today.
It made me smile...
Thanks for reminding me how much I've enjoyed wordsworth's poetry. Now, I have to dig out his volume from my shelf :-)
Be well,
J.
Woodsworth poetry is so worth reading isn't it!
Congratulations! Wow - 25 years! That's a California indoor track record. Hope you have a wonderful silver anniversary trip! Be well,
J.
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