1EARTH has not anything to show more fair:
2  Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
3  A sight so touching in its majesty:
4This City now doth like a garment wear
5The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, 5
6  Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie
7  Open unto the fields, and to the sky;
8All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
9Never did sun more beautifully steep
10  In his first splendour valley, rock, or hill; 10
11Ne’er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
12  The river glideth at his own sweet will:
13Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;
14  And all that mighty heart is lying still!