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!
William Wordsworth.
Many thanks for all your views,comments and favs,always much appreciated.Thanks for all the lovely comments and favs on yesterday's poppy shots,such a memorable and poignant scene,the like of which will never be seen again.Just hope their stay is extended for longer,so more people are able to visit them.
I love the picture and the sonnet, one of Wordsworth's best. I remember as a young English teacher in the 60s coming down to London on a school trip. Stood on Westminster Bridge and said the poem (quietly)
