There are moments when even London, with all its buzz and bustle, falls into tranquillity and a stillness so profound that one can almost fancy one hears the quiet rhythm of its breathing. At such times, it feels like tiptoeing over the mighty chest of a sleeping giant.
In this poem, Wordsworth perfectly encapsulates one of these precious moments of peace as day breaks over Westminster. It’s intriguing that the poet, a passionate lover of nature, manages to find and appreciate beauty, even in the midst of a vast man-made environment.
Upon Westminster Bridge (William Wordsworth 1770 – 1850)
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!