I've always wondered about these words of Wordsworth. How is the world "too much" with us? Is it too much with us? Or, too much with us? And, "too much" implies the existence of some sort of standard by which "with us" or "with us" can be measured. What is it?
Reading the poem, of course, gives one the impression that he is very simply and plainly complaining about us--we humans. We get and spend, and lay waste our powers, whatever that may mean. We see little in nature, or little in nature which is ours (nature is ours? Or, there is little we see that is ours, in nature?) And what's that about the sea baring her bosom to the moon? Was it simply needed to rhyme, so sublimely, with "boon"?
That aside, he seems to be complaining about what we do to, or with, the world. Imagine what he would write now, poor fellow.
I think there has always been in us a tendency to consider nature as something apart from humans. Sometimes, the tendency is to romaticize nature, as something better than humans, or at least better without humans. Sometimes, the tendency results in philosophers concluding that we cannot really know if there is an external world, or, if there is one, whether we can ever really know what it is like. Sometimes, it results in the view that nature or the world, as something distinct from us, is something we can do with as we please. In each case, I think, this tendency deludes us.
I tend to think, as I believe Dewey did, that we are not separate, at least not in any significant sense. We're all there, with everything else; we're part and parcel, as it were, of "ordinary day to day life", interacting with other humans and creatures and things. Nature, or the world, or the universe, includes humans.
One would think it a rather elementary inference from this that it is in our interest to act accordingly. i.e. to ascertain and anticipate how we interact with everything else, determine the results of that interaction, and analyze the benefits and costs of certain kinds of interaction, ultimately selecting those which result in benefits. I don't think we can do so, intelligently, when viewing nature as an idyllic paradise we soil, or something distinct from us we cannot really know, or something which is ours to do with as we please.