On Dole Valley Bridge

My previous post showed pictures from Dole Valley Bridge it has been a place to go for peace, splendor, healing and just to stop for a moment and catch your breath in this fast paced world we all call Home. The poem below by William Wordsworth (1770-1850) speaks to such feelings for me, hope you enjoy these thoughts.

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 now doth, like a garment, wear
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,
Ships, towers, domes, theaters, and temples lie
Open unto 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 mighty heart is lying still!