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 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! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE QUESTION by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON THE INVITATION by GEORGE HERBERT THE CHALLENGE by ALEXANDER POPE AIRY NOTHINGS. FR. THE TEMPEST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE SOUL'S DEFIANCE by LAVINIA STONE STODDARD TO WILLIAM LLOYD GARRISON by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |