I have two questions regarding this sonnet by William Wordsworth, first published in 1807:
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.
First, does this mean that the writer wants to be a pagan? What does the line mean:
A pagan suckled in a creed outworn.
Second, in this pair of lines:
so might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
have glimpses that would make me less forlorn.
Is the poet 'standing on this pleasant lea' in his imagination, or in the future?