Earth has not any thing to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
These wires - so touching in their majesty.
These Cables now do, like a garment, wear
The electrons 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 such wires more beautifully sleep
In their first splendour, plus, neutral, or minus;
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
The current glideth at his own sweet will:
Dear God! the very terminals seem asleep;
And all that mighty charge is lying still!