tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15254331.post8879731729034269577..comments2024-03-28T03:14:14.607-04:00Comments on Shorty PJs: A Moonful of SugarMaryBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02412656596874731198noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15254331.post-88015858590455024982010-09-26T11:41:53.187-04:002010-09-26T11:41:53.187-04:00I like this post Mary...and your view of the trip ...I like this post Mary...and your view of the trip to the train station in 'the city that never sleeps.' There are so many wonderful things to look at on the streets of NYC. Nice.Joy Des Jardinshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04893445642606862131noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15254331.post-64589693732823843592010-09-24T17:12:18.275-04:002010-09-24T17:12:18.275-04:00My first thought when I read this is Wordsworth...My first thought when I read this is Wordsworth's poem... I'm sure Miss Smallwood would be so proud..<br />Bro. <br /><br />Composed Upon Westminster Bridge<br /><br />Earth has not anything to show more fair:<br />Dull would he be of soul who could pass by<br />A sight so touching in its majesty:<br />This City now doth, like a garment, wear<br />The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,<br />Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie<br />Open unto the fields, and to the sky;<br />All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.<br />Never did sun more beautifully steep<br />In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill;<br />Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!<br />The river glideth at his own sweet will:<br />Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;<br />And all that mighty heart is lying still!<br /><br />-- William WordsworthAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com