By the Sea
William Wordsworth, 1807

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 is on 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 untouch'd 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.