Apologies, gratitude and full acknowledgement to William Wordsworth.

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New York Dawn

Earth has not anything to show so fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
New York now doth, like a garment, wear
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,
Concrete canyons, theatres, walkways, the avenues lie
Waiting for their throngs, as orange dawn lights the sky;
Never did sun so beautifully steep
In his first splendour, valley, rock or hill;
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
New York will awake at its own sweet will.
Dear God! the very buildings seem asleep;
And all New York's mighty heart is lying still! 

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Almost all based on "Composed upon Westminster Bridge, September3, 1802" by William Wordsworth.