Composed Upon West Minister Bridge (Poem) by William Wordsworth

Composed

Upon West Minister Bridge

By

William Wordsworth

Earth has not anything to show more fair:

Dull would he be of soul who could pass by

Asight so touching in its majesty:

This City now doth, like a garment, wear

The of beauty of the morning; silent, bare

Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie

    Open unto the field, 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 the mighty heart is lying still!