George Byron (1788 – 1824)
(…) Ave Maria! o’er the earth and sea,
the heavenliest hour of Heaven is worthiest thee!
Ave Maria! blessed be the hour!
The time, the clime, the spot, where I so oft
Have felt that moment in its fullest power
Sink o’er the earth so beautiful and soft.
While swung the deep bell in the distant tower,
Or the faint dying day-hymn stole aloft,
And not a breath crept through the rosy air,
and yet the forest leaves seem’d stirr’d with prayer.