A Classic poem

 

A poem of letting go

A poem on thoughts of letting go of the most important. Let's not lose our most precious gifts.


The World Is Too Much With Us

BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH (1770 -1850)

 

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 wreathèd horn.




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