An Autumn Evening.

Evening of prefect April day,
Mirror of Autumn sea,
Shivered by fitful airs that sway
The glittering wavelets o'er the bay
To kiss the harbour quay.

Calm of the sun now westening low,
Glory of cloudy isle,
Far and aloof on the wide sea-bow,
Aetherial archipelago,
Bathed in the sunset smiles.
Shadow of lonely mountain height

Lengthening o'er the plain,
Pillar of smoke ascending light
From cottage ingle, which the night
Grows in the East again.

Glimmer of lights in the gloaming sky,
Glimmer of lights on the hill,
Murmur of restless surf, faint sigh
Of breathing pines, late owl's lone cry;
All else is dark and still.

A. F. T. Chortlton.