I AM RESTLESS

 I AM restless. I am a thirst for far-away things.

My soul goes out in a longing to touch the skirt of the dim distance. 

 

O Great Beyond, O the keen call of thy flute! 

 

I forget, I ever forget, that I have no wings to fly, that I am bound in this spot evermore.

 

 

I am eager and wakeful, I am a stranger in a strange land. 

 

Thy breath comes to me whispering an impossible hope. 

 

Thy tongue is known to my heart as its very own. 

 

O Far-to-seek, O the keen call of thy flute! 

 

I forget, I ever forget, that I know not the way, that I have not the winged horse.

 

 

I am listless, I am a wanderer in my heart. 

 

In the sunny haze of the languid hours, what vast vision of thine takes shape in the blue of the sky! 

 

O Farthest end, O the keen call of thy flute! 

 

I forget, I ever forget, that the gates are shut everywhere in the house where I dwell alone! 

 

 

 

The World is Too Much with Us; Late and Soon

 

 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

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