Welcome back to the Daily Poem here in the Close Rees Podcast Network.

I'm David Kern.

Today's poem is by William Wordsworth, one of the greatest poets to ever write poetry in the English

language.

He lived from 1770 to 1850 and was, as you probably know by now, a major English romantic poet and a contemporary

of the likes of Samuel Taylor Coleridge. He was Britain's poet laureate from 1843 until his death

in 1850. And the poem that I'm going to read today is a sonnet called It is a beauteous evening,

calm and free. This is how it goes. It is a beauteous evening, calm, and free. This is how it goes. 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 or 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 Abrams' bosom all the year and worshipest at the temple's inner shrine,

God being with thee when we know it not.

This poem was written at, well, according to Wikipedia, at Calais in August of 1802,

and is a poem about a walk that he took with his nine-year-old daughter.

And for what it's worth, apparently Wordsworth had not written many sonnets up to this point,

or had not written any in quite a while, but then his sister Dorothy had recited some of Milton's sonnets up to this point or had not written any in quite a while,

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