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 wreathèd horn.
This poem came to me today as I was thinking of how busy I have been this week and seeing everyone rush about on a busy Friday. Our walks at Stone Mountain and Arabia Mountain are good for us physically but they are also good for our spiritual health. Perhaps by noticing all that Nature provides, it does keep us in tune, much as the English poet, William Wordsworth, expressed it.
Of course, "Too Much" is also one of the big hits from 1957 (a very good year) from Elvis Presley! The song uses "too much" in a very different way. I love this song, the way Elvis sings it and the great guitar by Scotty Moore! Now, do you see that this post has a poem from a famous English poet and then a song from a famous American from the Deep South? Well, I am Georgia Girl With An English Heart!
I am sorry that I have not had much time to post this week or to visit all the blogs that I like to visit and to leave comments. Oh, and I just read that in the Superman Comic Books, Clark Kent is giving up his reporter job and starting a blog. Superman's blog...what would he call it? Please tell me, you guys are always so funny and clever, you are just TOO MUCH! (And I mean that in a good way.) Must go to bed now, I am cream crackered or plumb tuckered out...they mean the same thing.