POEMS OF NATURE. I. NATURE'S INFLUENCE. THE WORLD IS TOO MUCH WITH US. SONNET. THE World is too much with us; late and soon, We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn. EARTH, OCEAN, AIR. FROM ALASTOR ; PREFACE. "Nondum amabam, et amare amabam, quærebam quid amarem, amans amare.”—Confessions of Saint Augustine. EARTH, ocean, air, belovèd brotherhood! If our great mother has imbued my soul Your love, and recompense the boon with mine; Her first sweet kisses, have been dear to me; Mother of this unfathomable world! |