William Wordsworth - Upon Westminster Bridge 汉译

Earth has not anything to show more fair:   <?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />

  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!