Composed upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802
William Wordsworth
1770 to 1850
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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A sight so touching in its majesty:
Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie
In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill;
Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Open unto the fields, and to the sky;
Never did sun more beautifully steep
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,
Earth has not anything to show more fair:
And all that mighty heart is lying still!
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
The river glideth at his own sweet will:
This City now doth, like a garment, wear