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It is a beauteous evening, calm and free

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 worshipp’st at the Temple’s inner shrine,
God being with thee when we know it not.

William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth (1770-1850) was a Romantic poet who rejected the very formal poetry that had been in fashion previously and, instead, tried to write poems that communicated feelings honestly using everyday language. In 1843 Wordsworth become the poet laureate, but he only agreed to accept the position on the understanding that he would not be required to write any official poems as part of the laureateship.