DAY’ S END.

We watched how robed in royal red

The slow sun sailed to rest,

Through crimson cloud streaks islandèd

In seas of glory o’ er the west,

I held your hand, and I heard you say,

“What have we done for the world to-day?”

While still the mountain-heather glowed

All songs were hushed, and through

The twilight east the young moon showed

Her frail white crescent in the blue;

The silence sank profound and deep,

The ways of earth were full of sleep;

And the spirit of silence seemed to say,

“What have ye done for the world to-day?”