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Friday, January 04, 2008

A Poem from William Wordsworth

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!

                            – William Wordsworth

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