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The World is Too Much With Us
by William Wordsworth
From Canary Spring 2013
William Wordsworth wrote this poem in 1802 while living with his sister in Dove Cottage in Grasmere in the Lake District of England.
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. ...
© William Wordsworth