Wordsworth is a fine English man whose poetic words are worth reading. Each time I read his poetry I think of him as a jockey of words. He is so elegant in his use of puns. His diction occurs so naturally that one can’t help but wonder. Below is a poem he composed on Westminster Bridge on September 3, 1802.
Sonnet of the Day
Earth has not anything to show fairer:
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!