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.
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