This Wordsworth poem has stuck with me for years. It's from ~1807 and still rings true about humanity and nature: The World Is Too Much with Us The world is

This Wordsworth poem has stuck with me for years. It's from ~1807 and still rings true about humanity and nature: 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-gathered 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 wreathèd horn. > https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_World_Is_Too_Much_with_Us https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_World_Is_Too_Much_with_Us