As a counterpoint to Worsdworth’s “The World is too much with us” let me offer up some beautiful, completely artificial (man-made) imagery from BibilOdessy…
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.
I admire Wordsworth’s craft, but not so much his rejection of the 200 year old version of the modern world. Even proto-Luddites can make wonderful poetry.