The World Is Too Much With Us
William Wordsworth
1770 to 1850
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The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;—
______ we see in Nature that is ours;
We have ______ our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that ______ her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will ______ howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like ______ flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not. Great God! I’d rather be
______ Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, ______ on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make ______ less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.