The holy time is quiet as a Nun
Breathless with adoration; the broad sun
Is sinking down in its tranquility;
Listen! the mighty Being is awake,
And doth with his eternal motion make
A sound like thunder—everlastingly.
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