Did this woodcut of William Wordsworth to illustrate his sonnet, “The World is Too Much With Us”; its sentiment echoing in my heart on those days when the world becomes overwhelming, and makes me too want to say, “I’d rather be a Pagan suckled in a creed outworn” (well, maybe not exactly in those words.)
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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 no. – Great God! I’d rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpsed that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathéd horn.