Poem – The World Is Too Much With Us; Late And Soon

William Wordsworth  1770 - 1850   Cumberland / England

William Wordsworth
1770 – 1850 Cumberland / England

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.

1 thought on “Poem – The World Is Too Much With Us; Late And Soon

  1. We are given in, to the lack of faith. People are losing faith in the world’s best. They aren’t fighting anymore, they are at peace with learned helplessness. Sadness is popularity. Happiness is control. And leadership is the manipulator, because they preach positivity, and togetherness. But family, no longer exist, people are loners. We are drowning.

    Love the piece. Thanks….

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