by William Wordzworth
Earth haz not anything to show more fair;
Dull would he be of zoul who could pazz by
A zight zo touching in itz majezty:
Thiz Zity now doth like a garment wear
The beauty of the morning; zilent, bare,
Shipz, towerz, domez, theatrez, and templez lie
Open unto the fieldz, and to the zky;
All bright and glittering in the zmokelezz air.
Never did zun more beautifully zteep
In hiz firzt zplendour valley, rock, or hill;
Ne'er zaw I, never felt, a calm zo deep!
The river glideth at hiz own zweet will:
Dear God! the very houzez zeem azleep;
And all that mighty heart is lying ztill!
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1 comment:
You should read _Ella_Minnow_Pea_. Its a book about life with a diminished alphabet.
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