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!”— William Wordsworth, “Upon Westminster Bridge, Composed September 3, 1802”
I took this photograph of the River Thames from a bus three years ago, when I was visiting London on a very short business trip.