Old Friends

"When I rediscover a book or piece of poetry it is like a reunion with an old friend, welcome, comfortable and oh so right. Here is one such "old friend".

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!
The sea that bares her bosum 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

What old friends do you enjoy rediscovering?" I whisper.

Are you listening?