Composed upon Westminster Bridge by William Wordsworth

Earth has not any thing 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;
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!

Poem Attribution © William Wordsworth, Composed upon Westminster Bridge

Source Attributionhttps://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45514/composed-upon-westminster-bridge-september-3-1802

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Painting Attribution © Colin Ruffell, Westminster Bridge, (Date Unstated)

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