Classic Poem

" EARTH has not anything to show more fair. "
So Wordsworth sang what time he made his theme
The bridge that arches Westminster's proud stream;
Yet had he seen this lovely valley wear
The lingering brightness day hath yet to spare,
Each lengthening shadow and each sunny gleam,
Silent in all their changes as a dream,
He might have doubted which the palm should bear.
And now calm evening draws her curtain grey
Over the melting twilight's mellower flush;
But for the brightly glowing roseate blush
That tinges still the west, it fades away;
And Nature owns the meek and gentle sway
Of pensive Twilight's uuiversal hush.