Composed upon Westminster
Bridge, September 3, 1802
by William Wordsworth
(sonnet) p. 118
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 splendor 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!
The original publication placed the date as 3 September
1803. Later editions admitted it was
actually inspired and composed on Saturday, 31 July 1802, when he and his
sister Dorothy were traveling across the bridge together. The poem describes the River Thames and
London in the early morning, before the bustle of traffic and business began.
MLA Citation:
Wordsworth,
William. Poems, in Two Volumes.
London: Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orms, Paternoster-Row, 1807. Print.
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