名人诗歌|EARTH has not anything to show more fair

EARTH has not anything to show more fair：

Dull would he be of soul who could pass by

A sight so touching^{1 in its majesty2：}

This City now doth， like a garment， wear

The beauty of the morning； silent， bare，

Ships， towers， domes^{3， theatres， and temples lie}

Open unto the fields， and to the sky；

All bright and glittering^{4 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^{5 heart is lying still！}