thi s romatic poem for you

thi s romatic poem for you
my
comrade .
The World Is Too Much With Us
William Wordsworth, 1770 - 1850

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,