The world is too much with us; late and soon,I am visiting Angkor Wat in Cambodia this week. Not quite the Sea, of course, but really, I can't think of a better way to spend Eid than to be where all has been lost.
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 wreathed horn.
— William Wordsworth, 1806
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Wordsworth: The World Is Too Much With Us
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wish I could have come with you to Angkor. :(
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