If you think it's offensive, I'll find it hilarious.
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight
To me did seem
Appareled in celestial light,
The glory and the freshness of a dream.
It is not now as it hath been of yore -
Turn wheresoever I may,
By night or day,
The things which I have seen I now can see no more.