Bald Worm Shares a Poem a Day:

Falcons Girls love poetry! Our poem today is about London - Upon Westminster Bridge
by William Wordsworth

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!