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  • Artist Info: The world is too much with us; late and soon,<br />
    Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;<br />
    Little we see in Nature that is ours;<br />
    We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!<br />
    This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon,<br />
    The winds that will be howling at all hours,<br />
    And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers,<br />
    For this, for everything, we are out of tune;<br />
    It moves us not.--Great God! I'd rather be<br />
    A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;<br />
    So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, <br />
    Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;<br />
    Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;<br />
    Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.<br />
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