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.
Sorry to be dense but would you please elaborate on what is being said by Wordsworth for you? Share your thoughts that are evoked by Wordsworth.
Posted by: Mom at June 4, 2007 06:56 AMOh, Mom. One quotes someone else's words b/c they've said it better. Not to mention I thought it'd be a quick, concise (and prettier) way of expressing things. You haven't asked Willa, have you?
Posted by: lynnp at June 4, 2007 08:08 PM