Earth hath 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 splendor, valley, rock, or hill;
In these lines Wordsworth praises the union of man-made structures in the presence of natural phenomena. Though Wordsworth is traditionally regarded as “the Nature Poet” it was his goal not to solely praise nature but also explore how the passions of men could be incorporated into a natural world. Here Wordsworth reflects on the beauty of such an incorporation as the architecture of the buildings compliments the natural skyline. 
 There is a rhythmic balance to this line that characterises Wordsworth’s style in this poem.
Composed upon Westminster Bridge September 3 1802