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.

I only listened to the sea and sky; The glimmering waves, the sails that go and come, The breeze blows fresh; I heard it all in time, How sweet the sighing of a harmless sigh.

The hour comes, the boat must leave the bay, But listen! Time recedes from my own ear, As darkness deepens into light and day.

• William Wordsworth