Wordsworth is taken by London's beauty from his vantage point on Westminster Bridge. He describes it as "touching in its majesty," and says that its beauty is the equal of any vista in nature (high praise indeed, from a poet so infatuated with nature as Wordsworth.) He is struck by the city's skyline, the "ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples," that stand still and silent in the morning air, that is, for the time being, at least, "smokeless." It is the silence, the resting of what he calls a "mighty heart" that most affects Wordsworth. Surrounding the city and visible to Wordsworth, thought not to modern visitors, are the gently rolling fields and hills that surround the city. Wordsworth evokes this contrast, as well as the contrast between the sleeping city and the frenetic, smoky London that will soon awake. It is doubtful that Wordsworth would have found that London so beautiful.