Upon Westminster Bridge, Sept 3 1802

128px-Claude_Monet_-_The_Houses_of_Parliament,_Sunset

Monet, Houses of Parliament from Wikimedia Commons

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!

William Wordsworth

After the awful events in London last week, I found myself slightly comforted by re-reading this poem, so just thought I’d share it. Over two hundred years old, it still seems to capture the enduring, timeless strength of a great city.

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