NATURE NEAR LONDON 



refreshes. Though not in sight, it is pleasant to 

 know that the sea is close at hand, and that you 

 have only to mount to the ridge to view it. At 

 sunset the curves of the shore westward are rilled 

 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 

 duskiness dwells on the water; something tempts 

 the eye upwards, and near the zenith there is 

 a star. 



THE END. 



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