[00:00.00]The World Is Too Much With Us By W Wordsworth -Elijah's Mantle
[00:56.880]The world Is too much with us
[01:00.816]Late and soon
[01:02.592]Getting and spending we lay waste our powers
[01:09.952]Little we see in nature that is ours
[01:16.520]We have given our hearts away a sordid boon
[01:23.220]This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon
[01:29.538]The winds that will be howling at all hours
[01:33.535]And are up gathered now like sleeping flowers
[01:37.703]For this for every thing we are out of tune
[01:43.706]It moves us not
[01:45.526]Great God I'd rather be
[01:49.18]A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn
[01:52.370]So might I standing on this pleasant lea
[01:56.957]Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn
[02:01.816]Have sight of proteus rising from the sea
[02:06.889]Or hear old triton blow his wreathed horn