Monday, January 18, 2016

{composed upon the westminster bridge}

September 3 1802

earth has not any thing to show more fair
dull he would be of soul who could pass by
a sight so touching in it majesty
this city doth like a government wear
the beauty of the morning silent have
ships,towers,domes.theaters ***
open unto the fields and unto the sky
all height and glittering in the smokeless air
never did the sun move beautifully sleep
in his first splendor valley rock or hill
no'er saw i never felt a calm so deep
the river gliddeth at his own sweet will
dear God the very houses seem asleep
and all the mighty heart is lying still...

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