It is a
beauteous evening,
calm and free,
The holy time is
quiet as a Nun
Breathless with adoration; the broad sun
Is sinking down in its
tranquility;
The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea;
Listen!
the mighty Being is awake,
And doth with his eternal motion make
A sound like thunder - everlastingly.
Dear child! dear Girl! that walkest with me here,
If thou appear
untouched by solemn thought,
Thy nature is not therefore less divine:
Thou liest in
Abraham's bosom all the year;
And worshipp'st at the Temple's inner shrine,
God being with thee when we know it not.
- William Wordsworth.