Composed upon Westminster Bridge (William Wordsworth)

COMPOSED UPON WESTMINSTER BRIDGE William Wordsworth , Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This city now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock or hill; Ne’er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at its own sweet will: Dear God! the very houses seem asleep And all this mighty heart is lying still.