Composed Upon Westminster Bridge by William Wordsworth-Jan Francis

[00:09.07]Earth has not anything to show more fair: [00:14.23]Dull would he be of soul who could pass by [00:18.76]A sight so touching in its majesty: [00:21.65]This City now doth like a garment wear [00:25.73]​The beauty of the morning: silent, bare, [00:28.63]Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie [00:32.90]Open unto the fields, and to the sky, [00:35.22]All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. [00:40.82]Never did sun more beautifully steep [00:43.88]In his first splendour valley, rock, or hill; [00:48.38]Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! [00:54.47]The river glideth at his own sweet will: [00:58.03]Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; [01:01.70]And all that mighty heart is lying still!