EARTH has not anything to show more fair: <br /> Dull would he be of soul who could pass by <br /> A sight so touching in its majesty: <br />This City now doth like a garment wear <br />The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, <br /> Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie <br /> Open unto the fields, and to the sky; <br />All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. <br />Never did sun more beautifully steep <br /> In his first splendour valley, rock, or hill; <br />Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! <br /> The river glideth at his own sweet will: <br />Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; <br /> And all that mighty heart is lying still!<br /><br />William Wordsworth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/upon-westminster-bridge/
