Stumbling upon this poem again (where? I don't remember exactly, but I'm thankful it happened) I find that I miss Engish class, as little as expected it to happen. Wordsworth is great! This weekend I am going to the Library to check out "War and Peace" along with a large anthology of poetry.

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 wreathed horn.


---William Wordsworth

Happy Anniversary to my parents today, and Happy Birthday to Max on Saturday.