COMPOSED UPON WESTMINSTER BRIDGE, SEPTEMBER 3, 1802 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!
OUR SPOILED TOUR WESTMINSTER BRIDGE — APRIL 18, 2.30PM
The view from this great bridge today is sad, Unhappy, like in ‘troubling to the soul’, And as I take my melancholy stroll, I see Big Ben in scaffolding is clad, And just to show the whole world has gone mad, The irksome climate mob’s assumed control; To snarl up London’s highways is their goal. Do they feel guilty? No sir, they are glad! Meanwhile, Westminster’s Parliament stands tall, This edifice that we wish to preserve, Yet presently the House is run by fools, Who seem to think they rule rather than serve. Still we British shouldn’t be appalled, In life we get the Government we deserve. Tony Crafter, Sevenoaks, Kent.