The World Is Too Much With Us
William Wordsworth
1770 to 1850
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
The world is too much with us; late and soon,
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;—
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
It moves us not. Great God! I'd rather be