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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