Earth has not anything to show more fair:
Dull would be the 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, theatre, 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 clam so deep!
Dear God! the very houses seemed asleep;
And the might heart is lying still!