All in Abundance

Umair Zia's Nature Tutor_William Wordsworth2

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.

Mother earth offers everything in abundance, beauty, safety and all pleasures but today’s man has become blind to it all. In pursuit of unnecessary and insignificant ends we pay no heed to the natural pleasures around us. This insensitivity calls for a need for new eyes to appreciate it all again. The seas and skies await our appreciation.

Title: The World is Too Much With Us
Year of Poem: 1807
Writer: William Wordsworth
Birthplace of Writer: United Kingdom