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.

- W. Wordsworth

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.

- W. Wordsworth

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.

- W. Wordsworth

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.

- W. Wordsworth

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.

- W. Wordsworth