June 06, 2006

Mountain Mary's Garden

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 every thing, 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 coming from the sea,
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.

~William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

Much is wrong with the world today, yet we are surrounded by beauty if we take the time to find it. Please join me for an evening in Mary's garden.


Missouri Mule said...

Oh my! I'd be glad to join you there. Just beautiful!

aikane said...

MoMu, you'd fit right in with Mtn Mary's crowd! Beautiful setting, good food and conversation, and plenty of processed grape by-product.