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;
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!
As the bio of this poem states, the wondrous tone the speaker is ironic. In a time when London became overpopulated and overtaken by industrialization, it is difficult to take this peaceful moment seriously. It seems unlikely that there would be a “silent, bare” moment in London to bring about the speaker’s calm. Unless he is able to truly look past the bustle of the city and the landscape to find peace, there are some important characteristics of the city left out in this poem. 
 
 It is worth looking at Wordsworth’s near contemporary, William Hogarth’s paintings to see another artistic portrayal of London. 

Composed upon Westminster Bridge September 3 1802