Composed upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802
Earth has not any thing 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!
Writing Prompts Inspired by Composed upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802
Write a poem about dawn; dawn is often called the “ambrosial hour” that liminal space between night and day. Can you feel in your body that experience of waking early and having a new appreciation for the day?
While Wordsworth was largely a nature poet, writing at the start of the Industrial Revolution, here he appreciates the beauty of the city itself.
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