Saturday, March 18, 2006

Upon the Westminster


Earth has 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 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!


- William Shakespear

5 comments:

Raghini said...

Nice one, damsel :-)

TaRuN said...

he he.. you know what one thing stands out in the whole snap... the umbrella! :p Its like a dash of colour against the oh-so-prim-and-proper London background.

Me said...

Poetry Ms.N... Nice one!!

Tanushree said...

the umbrella! :p Its like a dash of colour against the oh-so-prim-and-proper London background.
Hey! That's my 'brolly!!! The Bacardi one!

Ms.N said...

@ tanu: ofcourse ma'am.... the credits go to u ..:d