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 tranquillity; <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 untouch'd by solemn thought, <br /> Thy nature is not therefore less divine: <br />Thou liest in Abraham's bosom all the year; <br /> And worshipp'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/evening-on-calais-beach/
