Show II I OLD MASTERS II I II IThe I IThe The world Is too much with us late lato and ond soon Getting and spending we e I Icy by y waste our powers Little we see sec In Nature that is i ours oura our We 0 hw have given Riven Iven our hearts awa away a sordid boon boots This sea sel that bares her bosom to the moon The winds that will be howling atall at atall all alt hours And n 1 are oro up gathered now like sleepIng Bleeping flowers flower For this for thing everything we are ara out of tune It moves mover us Great not not Great Godi Godl Id I'd rather be b A A 0 P Pagan Ban suckled In a creed out out- outworn out outworn I worn worn- worn j So might I r standing on this pleas pleas- pleasant pleasant ant ont leo lea Have glImpses that Ihal would make me moe Ie less forlorn Have Havo sight Bight of Proteus rising from the sea Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn hornY Y v Wordsworth Sonnet 00 00 |