William Wordsworth, a British poet of the Romantic Period, was travelling on the roof of a coach as he began a journey to France in September 1802. He was struck by the beauty of the city of London as it was clothed like a garment in the beauty of the dawning day.
At the end of last week, I was driving home through our community at dusk and admired the cityscape against the colourful sky. Nature and civilization co-exist and can compliment each other even though we tend to separate them in appreciation. Here is Wordsworth's sonnet with my pictures of our city as it was metaphorically clothed in evening light.
COMPOSED UPON WESTMINSTER BRIDGE
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!
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