" Earth has not any thing to shew more fair:   Dull would he be of soul who could pass by   A sight so touching in it’s 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! "

― William Wordsworth , The Complete Works of William Wordsworth: The Prelude, Lyrical Ballads, Poems Written In Youth, The Excursion and More