那颗伟大的心也在静静地休憩！
Earth has not anythg to show ore fair：
Dull would he be of soul who uld pass by
A sight so touchgits ajesty：
This City now doth， like a garnt， wear
The beauty of the ；silent， bare，
Ships， towers， dos， theatres， and teples lie
Open unto the fields， and to the sky；
All bright and glittergthe sokeless air.
Never did sun ore beautifully steep
In his first splendour， valley， rock， or hill；
Neer saw I， never felt， a cal so deep！
The river glideth at his ow will：
Dear God！The very hoes see asleep；
And all that ighty heart is lyg still！