576. Upon Westminster Bridge by William Wordsworth
b"Wordsworth read by Classic Poetry Aloud:\\nhttp://www.classicpoetryaloud.com\\n\\nGiving voice to the classic poetry of the past.\\n\\n---------------------------------------------------\\n\\nUpon Westminster Bridge \\nby William Wordsworth\\n\\nEarth has not anything to show more fair: \\nDull would he be of soul who could pass by \\nA sight so touching in its majesty: \\nThis City now doth like a garment wear \\nThe beauty of the morning; silent, bare, \\nShips, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie \\nOpen unto the fields, and to the sky; \\nAll bright and glittering in the smokeless air. \\nNever did sun more beautifully steep \\nIn his first splendour valley, rock, or hill; \\nNe'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! \\nThe river glideth at his own sweet will: \\nDear God! the very houses seem asleep;\\nAnd all that mighty heart is lying still!"