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/composed-upon-westminster-bridge-september-3-180/
