Cue the sun!

 Day 8:  Sun

See the sun?  Neither did we.  Not much, anyhow.  There were a few days when the clouds dissipated and the sun made an appearance, but it was still windy and cold:

I chose these pictures because England is at the very heart of my literary self, and I chose the view from Westminster Bridge because of this poem by William Wordsworth, written in 1802:

Composed upon Westminster Bridge

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 doth, like a garment, wear
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,
Ships, towers, domes, theaters, 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 might heart is lying still!


Shannon said...

I miss England loads. Even though it was way too cold. There was a a day here the other day that reminded me of Old Sarum. Minus the spiders spiders everywhere.

Jared and Megan said...

Spiders??? Shannon? I don't remember spiders at Old Sarum. What have I missed???

I like that poem. So... it's about the view from Westminster Bridge? I think I'll have to write it down in my travel notebook. It seems like it was written on a rare day... or perhaps from how it appeared in his imagination. I just say that because London doesn't seem like it would be calm and bright very often.

Janeite42 said...

Well, it was early in the morning, and it was 200 years ago. And maybe it was a Sunday. And maybe he had cotton wool in his ears.

Jared and Megan said...


Let's cross our fingers to seeing a great sunset sometime while we're there!!