– 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!
Lines composed upon Westminster Bridge
Friday, 5 March 2010
I never really got this poem until Peter Ackroyd pointed out that Wordsworth would still have been in the country when he had the vision on which this poem is based. London would still have been visible as an organic whole, rather than the overwhelming sprawl one would see