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.

这个世界靠我们太近了；后来很快，

得到又失去了，我们毁损了我们的力量:

我们在自然中所看到的几乎没有什么是我们的；我们已经掏出了我们的心，一次下贱的请求！

这片向月亮袒露了她胸怀的海洋，

这将会昼夜不停地咆哮的风，

以及此刻正聚集一起像在沉睡的花，

对于这些，对于所有的一切，我们的感觉已经不再；它不能感动我们一伟大的上帝！我宁愿

成为一个沉溺于陈腐信条中的异教徒；

这样我或许能够，站在这片怡人的草地上，

环顾四周而不会使我感觉孤独凄凉；

去看普洛透斯从海洋中升起；

或者去听老特里同吹响他缭绕的号角。