The World is too Much with Us
There's been so much going on in the world and in my life lately that finding time to post here has been tricky. This Wordsworth poem has been on my mind for awhile now, so I thought I'd post it just to dust the cobwebs from this site and my mind.
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 wreathed horn.
Now that the cobwebs are stirred and the dust settled, over the next few days, I'll post about a couple new things at work and a new personal site I've recently put up. Til then...
Posted by deryck on October 28, 2008
