"The world is too much with us"

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A poem for Monday morning! But before I post it, I just wanted to thank everyone who reads and comments to my journal. I've leaned on you all a lot recently, especially in proportion to my tiny little troubles. Thank you for being my friends.

I usually prefer Coleridge to Wordsworth, but I found this poem echoing through my thoughts. From my perspective, I was thinking this with respect to fantasy/fandom/things that aren't real rather than Nature, but with that same feeling that sometimes one needs to look away from the ground and to the sky.



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