Composed upon westminster bridge,
            September 3, 1802

   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 th: 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!