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AFTER SUNSET

AFTER sundset in the west,

Robes that clad the monarch Day,

Golden crown and crimson vest,

All are spurned and cast away.

Far along the the purple sea

Fading splendors slowly die;

Many a bird to many a tree

Rustling flies, for night is nigh.

After sunset, gone the glow,

All the air with silence fills;

After sunset, colder blow

Wailing winds from lonely hills.

Ceased is labor, hushed is mirth,

Day has died on couch of gold;

Twilight veils the weary earth,

Quiet broods o'er flock and fold.

After sunset, o'er the moor

Slowly flies the plover home;

To the leafy cottage door,

Sleepy-eyed, the children come;

Watching how the great white moon

Rises high o'er hill and plain;

Silvery stars will sparkle soon,

Peeping out and in again.

After sunset, melodies

All unheard in noisy day,

Like a fragrant southern breeze

Through the pensive spirit stray.

Mem'ries, lost, ah me! so long,

Floating round me dreamily,

Like a dim-rememberrd song,

Melt into a thought of thee!

THE WORLD ON WHEELS.--STATE COACH OF JOHN V. OF PORTUGAL.

THE WORLD ON WHEELS.--EARLY MAIL COACH.