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 beA 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 wreathèd horn.伟大的上帝！我宁愿做一个被陈旧的信仰哺育的异教徒。这样，当我踩在这美好的草地上，也许能瞥见一些景象，减少我的孤独；也许我能看到海神Proteus从海中升起；或听到老Triton（波塞冬之子）吹他那缠绕海草的海螺号。— William Wordsworth, The World Is Too Much With Us（这个俗世对于我们太沉重）1804

suckled 乳汁喂养lea 青草地（诗歌用语，草甸、宜人的牧场）forlorn 孤独 凄凉