The "world" in this poem is presented by Wordsworth in overwhelmingly negative terms. His central argument in this poem is that we have given ourselves over to the world to such a degree that we have made a "sordid boon," actually unwittingly giving "our hearts away" as we pursue the world--the material world of possessions and wealth--instead of focussing on our souls and on our relationship with Nature. Wordsworth goes on to argue that by devoting ourselves to "getting and spending" alone and not our souls and Nature we actually "lay waste our powers" and have made ourselves "out of tune" with Nature and its glories that are capable of restoring and nourishing our soul:
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.
By giving ourselves over to the world we have dulled and sensitised ourselves to the beauty and majesty of nature, being not moved by the natural wonders that we can see. Wordsworth thus argues that we need to return to Nature and re-kindle our respect and admiration for it by separating ourselves from the malign and profoundly damaging influence of the "world."