242 NATURE NEAR LONDON. 



At sunset the curves of the shore westward are filled 

 with a luminous mist. 



Or if it should be calm, and you should like to look 

 at the massive headland from the level of the sea, row 

 out a mile from the beach. Eastwards a bank of red 

 vapour shuts in the sea, the wavelets no larger than 

 those raised by the oar on that side are purple as if 

 wine had been spilt upon them, but westwards the 

 ripples shimmer with palest gold. 



The sun sinks behind the summit of the Downs, 

 and slender streaks of purple are drawn along above 

 them. A shadow comes forth from the cliff ; a duski- 

 ness dwells on the water ; something tempts the eye 

 upwards, and near the zenith there is a star. 



THE END. 



PRINTED BY WILLIAM CLOWES AND SONS, L1MITKP, LONDON AND BECCLES. 



