Our patron Juliet Stevenson has very kindly recorded Wordsworth’s ‘Upon Westminster Bridge’ in the hope that we might all begin to appreciate its enduring message. Although it was written over 200 years ago, Wordsworth’s poem evokes a mood that chimes with the very strange time we are all experiencing at the moment.
Thank you so much for your support, Juliet, we are all so grateful.
Here are two worksheets to go with the poem, provided by Anya and Martha.
COMPOSED UPON WESTMINSTER BRIDGE, Sept. 3, 1803
By William Wordsworth
Earth has not any thing to shew more fair:
A sight so touching in its majesty:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
This City now doth like a garment wear
The 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 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!