Evening On Calais Beach

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 untouch'd 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.