{\rtf1\ansi\deff0\deflang1033{\fonttbl{\f0\fswiss\fprq2 Arial;}{\f1\fnil\fprq2\fcharset2 ZapfDingbats BT;}} {\colortbl ;\red0\green0\blue0;} \viewkind4\uc1\pard\cf1\f0\fs28\par \par \par \par \par \par \par \pard\qc\f1\fs144 b\f0\fs28\par \pard\par \tab\tab\tab\par \par \par \par \par \par \tab\tab\tab\tab\b a poem memorized in high school \b0\par \par \tab\tab The world is too much with us. Late and soon,\par \tab\tab Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers.\par \tab\tab Little we see around us that is ours:\par \tab\tab This sea that bares her bosom to the moon,\par \tab\tab The winds that will be howling at all hours\par \tab\tab And are upgathered now like sleeping flowers....\par \par \tab\tab It moves us not. Great God, I'd rather be \par \tab\tab A pagan suckled in a creed outworn.\par \tab\tab So might I, standing on this pleasant lee\par \tab\tab Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn,\par \tab\tab Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea\par \tab\tab Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.\par }