Upon Westminster Bridge

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; 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!