Composed Upon Westminster Bridge

British|William Wordsworth

Earth has not anything to show more fair:

Dull would he be of soul who 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;

Never 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 might heart is lying still!