Monastic brotherhood, upon rock Aerial.

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 thundereverlastingly.

Shalt show us how divine a thing A woman may be made.

Huge and mighty forms that do not live like living men, moved slowly through the mind by day and were trouble to my dreams.

Men are we, and must grieve when even the shade Of that which once was great is passed away.

May books and nature be their early joy!

Oh for a single hour of that Dundee Who on that day the word of onset gave!