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 tranquility;
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.
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Comments2I really enjoyed this poem! It paints such a serene picture of an evening by the sea. The imagery and comparison to a holy, peaceful time made it even more beautiful. The ending is also a touching reminder of God's presence.
SO PEACEFUL, I CAN ALMOST HEAR THE SEA!