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; 10
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!
It is good to read a poem in which the poet pictures London in the morning, when such a big city is normally with its air gray because of pollution. There is a time all of can see the pureness of London’s air - right the time when Wordsworth chose to look at it and put into words. The sunbeam ‘touching’ the temples’ and domes’ roofs are like gold and precious stones glittering on a beautiful lady’s dress. London is a stunner!!!
ReplyDeleteThat's a very good text...it makes us to travel in our mind,a very pleasant trip...
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