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