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!