“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 bears 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,

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In buzzing wires and endless glow,

In screens that steal the morning light,

And cities that drown out the night.

We trade the dawn for office walls,

And miss the robin when it calls.

We count our wealth in plastic cards,

And pave with stone the meadow yards.

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We have forgotten the mountain’s breath,

The river’s hymn, the quiet death

Of autumn leaves beneath the frost,

The sacred songs that we have lost.

For every hour in glass towers spent,

Is one from fragrant meadows rent;

For every coin our hands pursue,

We lose a blossom kissed with dew.

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The children grow with narrowed eyes,

Their gaze fixed fast on glowing skies,

Not skies of stars but pixel streams,

Not winds but artificial dreams.

The seas still rise, the forests weep,

The meadows fall in silence deep.

Yet here we sit, with idle hands,

Building empires on shifting sands.

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Oh Great God, had I the choice,

I’d silence every clattering voice.

I’d break the screens, unseal the door,

And hear the wild sea crash once more.

I’d rather be some ancient soul,

Who bowed to gods no church controls,

Than live entombed in neon fire,

A slave to greed, to brief desire.

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For in that pagan’s mythic gaze,

The world still lived in holy ways.

Proteus rising from the deep,

Still woke the shepherd from his sleep.

And Triton’s horn across the waves

Still called men out of gilded caves.

What greater joy could mortals find,

Than wind and water, free, unlined?

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Yet here we are, with coffers filled,

Our ears are deaf, our spirits stilled.

We rush, we race, we own, we spend,

We chase until the frantic end.

But what remains when all is gone,

When banks are closed, when wires are torn?

No gold will bloom when springtime wakes,

No vault will sing when morning breaks.

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The earth endures with solemn grace,

It waits for us, it holds its place.

The tides still turn, the blossoms fall,

The hawk still circles, proud and tall.

Yet none will see, for we are blind,

Enslaved by tools we once designed.

And nature, slighted, takes her due,

A world reclaimed, but not by you.

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Oh heart, unlearn the city’s song,

Return to where the roots are strong.

Kneel down before the quiet stream,

And find the truth beyond the screen.

For all our gains are fleeting dust,

And all our greed corrodes our trust.

But one green leaf, one breath of pine,

Outlives the wealth of any time.

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I walk away, I turn aside,

From towers that scrape the empty skies.

I choose instead the humble field,

Where larks ascend and waters yield.

I’d rather lose this fleeting race,

Than never see the sunrise face.

I’d rather hear the sparrow sing,

Than wear the crown of any king.

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So let me live in smaller ways,

To count my life in quiet days.

To watch the seasons as they turn,

And take from each the truths they burn.

For joy is not in wealth amassed,

Nor strength in empires built to last.

The soul finds peace in earth and air,

In living simply, free of care.

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And when my hour is almost done,

I’ll face the setting of the sun.

Not with regret for coins unkept,

But with the memory of where I stepped.

Through meadows green, by rivers wide,

Beneath the vast and starry tide.

For though the world was much with me,

I chose instead eternity.