Proud and lowly, beggar and lord,
  Over the bridge they go;
Rags and velvet, fetter and sword,
  Poverty, pomp, and woe.
Laughing, weeping, hurrying ever,
  Hour by hour they crowd along,
While, below, the mighty river
  Sings them all a...

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...