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 o'er the Sea;
Listen! the mighty Being is awake,
And doth with his eternal motion make
A sound like thunder—everlastingly.
This echoes the  first verses of the Book of Genesis: 
 In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. The earth was without form and void, and darkness was upon the face of the deep; and the Spirit of God  was moving over  the face of the waters. 
 The word for “moving over” is literally something like “brooding over,” as a fowl broods over its eggs to keep them safe and warm. Wordsworth depicts his poetic contemplation of the sky as a new act of creation, or as an observation of a new Genesis moment.
It Is a Beauteous Evening Calm and Free