Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867.
XIII. Sonnet: It is a beauteous evening, calm and freeWilliam Wordsworth (17701850)
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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’st 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.