We are out of tune

The World is Too Much With Us

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 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.

                     William Wordsworth, 1806

     This poem is very near and dear to
my heart.  It says very eloquently, in only one line, a million
problems of the world.  The world is too much with us, late and soon.
 Now, I know I haven't had much life experience compared to the
majority of the world, but I sometimes wish I was born in the times
when you had to work to learn things.  When Google didn't exist. 
When you had to actually had to get off your rear and walk to the
store to get something (look at Netflix, for example.  It's for lazy
people), or walk down the street if you wanted to talk to your best
friend.  People didn't have carpal tunnel from typing for eight hours
a day, or back problems from sitting hunched over, staring at the
computer screen). 

     Don't get me wrong.  If those
things didn't exist, I probably wouldn't be writing to you today. 
But there is a certain charm in “the good ol' days”.  The second
line also screams of one today's problems: consumerism.  All we do is
get and spend.  Very few of us will see  nature, and just stand in
awe of its power.  Wordsworth was so impassioned by this (keep in
mind the date in which this was written), that he says, living in a
world of Christianity, he would rather be a primitive pagan than not
have the opportunity to be moved by Nature's raw beauty, or
appreciate the permanent. Despite its age, this poem is still
incredibly applicable, even more so today than in 1806.

What do you think?  Am I being too
harsh on the modern world?