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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CHRISTMAS CAROL by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE YOU MAY REMEMBER by LULU PIPER AIKEN JOLLY NOSE by WILLIAM HARRISON AINSWORTH THE PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION; A POEM. ENLARGED VERSION: BOOK 2 by MARK AKENSIDE FOR MY CHILD by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS LINCOLN'S BIRTHDAY - 1918 by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS THE SEVEN OLD MEN; TO VICTOR HUGO by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE |