Upon Westminster Bridge
      Upon Westminster Bridge by William Wordsworth     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!