The World is Too Much With Us

William Wordsworth

 
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 wreathèd horn.
 

Poems by This Author

from The Kitten and Falling Leaves by William Wordsworth
See the kitten on the wall, sporting with the leaves that fall
A Slumber Did My Spirit Seal by William Wordsworth
A slumber did my spirit seal;
Composed Upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802 by William Wordsworth
Earth has not anything to show more fair:
It is a Beauteous Evening, Calm and Free by William Wordsworth
It is a beauteous evening, calm and free
Lines Written in Early Spring by William Wordsworth
I heard a thousand blended notes
My Heart Leaps Up by William Wordsworth
My heart leaps up when I behold
Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood by William Wordsworth
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
Perfect Woman by William Wordsworth
She was a phantom of delight
She dwelt among the untrodden ways by William Wordsworth
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Surprised By Joy by William Wordsworth
Surprised by joy—impatient as the Wind
The Daffodils by William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud
The Solitary Reaper by William Wordsworth
Behold her, single in the field
The Sun Has Long Been Set by William Wordsworth
The sun has long been set
Tintern Abbey by William Wordsworth
Five years have past; five summers, with the length
Travelling by William Wordsworth
This is the spot:—how mildly does the sun
We Are Seven by William Wordsworth
--A simple child,


Further Reading

Poems About Work and Money
A Situation for Mrs. Biswas
by Prageeta Sharma
Blues
by Elizabeth Alexander
Coming Close
by Philip Levine
Engines Within the Throne
by Cathy Park Hong
Hay for the Horses
by Gary Snyder
I am the People, the Mob
by Carl Sandburg
i am witness to the threshing of the grain
by John Hoffman
Odd Jobs
by Jericho Brown
On Quitting
by Edgar Guest
One of the Monkeys
by Nicholas Johnson
Personals
by C. D. Wright
Po' Boy Blues
by Langston Hughes
Proximity
by Randall Mann
Song of Myself
by John Canaday
Song of the Shirt
by Thomas Hood
Testament
by Carl Sandburg
The Dance
by Humberto Ak'Abal
The Debt
by Paul Laurence Dunbar
The Eternal City
by Jim Simmerman
The Orange Bears
by Kenneth Patchen
The Telephonist
by Susan Yuzna
The Unknown Citizen
by W. H. Auden
The Whistle
by Yusef Komunyakaa
Thinking of Work
by James Shea
Vocation
by Sandra Beasley