I’m still enjoying a much needed holiday after a riotous 2015 so I’m posting occasionally at the moment. Being far away from home and away from normal routine, gives one a chance to refresh perspective. I find myself keep being reminded of this old Wordsworth poem in my reflective moments. I thought it worth sharing if you haven’t read it or have forgotten its lines. At this point in my life and career and in terms of where I think the world is headed, I think this poem still has great relevance. Enjoy!
The World Is Too Much With Us
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.