Composed upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802
Earth hasd not anything to show me more fair:Dull would he be of soul who could pass byA sight so touching in its majesty:This City now doth like a garment wearThe beauty of the morning: silent, bare,Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lieOpen unto the fields and to the sky;ALl bright and glittering in the smokeless air.Never did a sun more beautifully steepIn his first splendour valley, rock or hill;Ne`er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!The river glideth at his own sweet will:Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;And all that mighty heart is lying still!
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