Reply to "Elizabeth Barrett Browning"

Thanks alot Ladies,
I m not much of a full tiem poery lover but sometimes when heart is hurt it seeks the shelter of beautiful words and thats what poetry is about. one dont seek the words but lies within. there is always a hidden message is so little words. a broken heart seeks confort in another broekn heart.
so here is what i found was a small good poem.
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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, 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 splendour, 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!