Through A Glass, Lightly October 3, 2021 • Decor • Furniture • Literary An Italian sonnet about an English city to frame your Sunday Earth has not anything to show more fair:Dull would he be of soul who could pass byA sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wearThe 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 steepIn his first splendor, valley, rock, or hill; Dear God! The very houses seem asleep;And all that mighty heart is lying still! ← Older Post Newer Post → Leave a comment Name Email Message Please note, comments must be approved before they are published