Great Poem: "The world is too much with us" by William Wordsworth

I am having a very long, stressful and busy day today, so I haven't had a lot of chances to post anything, but I thought I'd give you at least one thing to enjoy today, a poem by Wordsworth.

Wordsworth is my favorite romantic poem, and while formal poetry isn't always my favorite, I thought the sonnet format works wonders here. It's a theme near and dear to my heart-- the mindfulness to watch nature and appreciate it in the moment.

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.