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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!
          The 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. 

We often forget about how we as humans are creatures. We

are part of this planet, part of Gaia, a part of Mother Earth.

Persephone returns to her mother Demeter and new life is begining 

appear from the dark cold days of winter. 

The world waits with Demeter for Persephone's return each spring,

when the earth will turn green and warm once more.