Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
William Wordsworth. 17701850520. 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, | 5 |
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; | 10 |
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! |