it starts here.


composed upon westminster bridge.
May 8, 2009, 12:57 am
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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!

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