II. TWILIGHT.

Late evening now, and overclouded skies To-night we shall not see the young moon rise; The twilight deepens, and on either hand The cliffs are lost in mystic shadowland. Only low sound of breakers as they die Pale shimmer of waters and a pale still sky Where darkness gathers on the moving sea, And yet the child laughs light of heart with me!

Still deeper now;—one little brown-sailed bark Glides past us seaward, drifting into dark, The only light is on the white sea-foam And the lamp by the crucifix: Come home!