Earth has not anything to show more : Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its : This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning: silent, , 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 In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river at his own sweet will: Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; And all that mighty heart is lying still!
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The earth has nothing fairer to show. Anyone who could walk past this sight would have a dull soul. The city is wearing the morning's beauty like a garment — silent, bare; ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie open to the fields and the sky, all bright in the smokeless air. The sun never steeped a valley or hill more beautifully; I never felt such calm. The river glides wherever it likes. Good God, the very houses seem asleep, and all that mighty heart is lying still.