William Wordsworth
It is a beauteous evening, calm and free
        
 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 tranquillity;
          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 worship'st at the Temple's inner shrine,
          God being with thee when we know it not.



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