WilliamWordsworth
Earthhasnotanythingtoshowmorefair:
Dullwouldhebeofsoulwhocouldpassby
Asightsotouchinginitsmajesty:
ThisCitynowdoth, likeagarment, wear
Thebeautyofthemorning; silent, bare,
Ships, towers, domes, theatres, andtempleslie
Openuntothefields, andtothesky;
Allbrightandglitteringinthesmokelessair.
Neverdidsunmorebeautifullysteep
Inhisfirstsplendour, valley, rock, orhill;
Ne'ersawI, neverfelt, acalmsodeep!
Theriverglidethathisownsweetwill:
DearGod!Theveryhousesseemasleep;
Andallthatmightyheartislyingstill!
