[00:00.00]The World Is Too Much With Us By W Wordsworth - Elijah's Mantle
[00:56.88]The world Is too much with us
[01:00.81]Late and soon
[01:02.59]Getting and spending we lay waste our powers
[01:09.95]Little we see in nature that is ours
[01:16.52]We have given our hearts away a sordid boon
[01:23.22]This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon
[01:29.53]The winds that will be howling at all hours
[01:33.53]And are up gathered now like sleeping flowers
[01:37.70]For this for every thing we are out of tune
[01:43.70]It moves us not
[01:45.52]Great God I'd rather be
[01:49.01]A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn
[01:52.37]So might I standing on this pleasant lea
[01:56.95]Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn
[02:01.81]Have sight of proteus rising from the sea
[02:06.88]Or hear old triton blow his wreathed horn