The World Is Too Much With Us (William Wordsworth)

The World Is Too Much With Us

By 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.


Everybody in the world is only consuming and consuming, not caring whether they are destroying the earth. Negligent if the world is going to end because of them.

The mind-set of the people nowadays is also not about giving but all about taking. Taking, taking and more taking, everybody only thinks about themselves and that ruins the earth.

The majority off the people these presently lives in the city, with all the busy noises, busses and cars. People running to their work and they forget all about the natural world. The natural world is too much for humans these days. They can only live the life of the city.

We only drift away from our nature. We give our hearts away, that is great. In matter of fact, it is not. It is such a shame that we get more and more further away from the purest being of ourselves, our nature.

We do not care about the world around us, all of the influence of nature does not bother us anymore. The beauty of the see, the sharp wind, the leaves that fall of the tree when the autumn is coming and the captivating thunder and rain.

Despite all of the beauty of nature, we still are out of tune. We still do not want to interfere with nature.

It does not matter how beautiful the world is, the city is too busy and the people do not care. It moves us not. I would rather be a dork, a douche, a bastard, the worst of all the people in the whole wide world, but only if I do care about the beautiful nature. That is the only thing that matters to me.

Standing here in a meadow looking at the sea I see the beauty of everything the nature gives us and maybe if I were a dork I would appreciate it more.

I am looking at the see hoping for a glimpse of maybe Proteus or Triton, masters of the sea. The purest and most beautiful form of nature. I can only dream of it.

by Anonymous


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