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!1 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 lea2, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus3 rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton4 blow his wreathed horn. 1 favor 2 meadow 3 Greek sea -god who could change his appearance at will 4 Greek sea -god with the head and upper body of a man and the  tail of a fish A. He wishes for Proteus and Triton to destroy the current world so that a new one can be built. B. He wishes that he had been born a pagan so that he would have learned a different way of seeing nature. C. He wishes to be a painter so he could paint Greek gods to ease his sadness. D. He wishes to be a child again so that he could turn to the mythological heroes of his youth. E. He wishes that Proteus and Titan would make him a pagan and show him the sights of paradise.