Famous Poems in Bed No. 3: Sonnet CCLXXVIII in Bed 3

Based upon "Sonnet CCLXXVIII" by W. Wordsworth

by Lyle Carlyle

THE World is too much with us in bed; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers in bed:
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away in bed, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon,
The winds in bed that will be howling at all hours
And are up-gather'd now like sleeping flowers,
For this, for everything, we are out of tune in bed;
It moves us not.—great god! I'd rather be
A pagan suckled in a creed outworn in bed,—
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn in bed;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreath'd horn in bed.

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