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 fields, and to the sky;
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
~ Wm. Wordsworth (1770 - 1850) Composed upon Westminster Bridge, 1807.
