The world is too much with us

A reminder that earning a living is not always the most important thing in life. © Daisy Goodwin.

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-gather'd 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