Lines Composed upon Westminster Bridge - William Wordsworth

I'm not a huge fan of Wordsworth generally, but he does have his appreciable moments.  (I think he's at his best when he's writing sonnets, mostly because the form forces him to limit his verbosity.  *g*)  It is perhaps fitting, though ironic, that I particularly like this poem, since, unlike Wordsworth's usual fare with its focus on nature, this one describes the city of London.

Lines Composed upon Westminster Bridge: September 3, 1802

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 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!