The World Is Too Much With Us by William Wordsworth
The World Is Too Much With Us by William Wordsworth 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. "The World Is Too Much With Us" — by William Wordsworth Paraphrased Line by Line 1. The world is too much with us; late and soon, People are overly concerned with material things, it happens later or sooner. 2. Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;— We waste our human abilities and potential in the constant cyc...