Wordsworth: world's too much w/ us; late & soon, getting& spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that's ours
"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
from ebook Poem in Art and Story Collection 1
- Poem in Art. Cartoon Walrus to oysters "time to talk of many things: Of cabbages & kings...why sea is boiling / pigs have wings"
- "Poem in Art and Story" Collection 1 (ebook)
- William Wordsworth: That nature yet remembers /What was so fugitive!../Of the eternal Silence: truths that wake,/To perish never
- Thank God men cannot fly, and lay waste the sky as well as the earth. - Henry David Thoreau
- Poet in solitude. Voice out of silence. "Love's Footsteps ~dedicated to a Bridge for Wisdom to Walk on" by LuCxeed