faded to twilight before anything further hap- pened.
Out came the sunset
; but in spite of this heroic mutilation the editor of the Canadian Woman sent Averil's Atonement back so promptly that the indignant Diana declared that it couldn't have been read at all, and vowed she was going to stop her subscription immediately.
It was now late in the afternoon, and sunset
was not far off.
wise the old philosophers who sought To lengthen their long sunsets
among flowers, By stealing the young night's unsullied hours And the dim moments with sweet burdens fraught.
Now, giant-like, the tall young ploughmen go Between me and the sunset
, footing slow; My spirit, as an uninvited guest, Goes with them, wondering what desire, what aim, May stir their hearts and mine with common flame, Or, thoughtless, do their hands suffice their soul?
I could go on for years, but I will content myself with adding, that I shall never forget that glorious summer evening, and always remember with delight that steep hill, and the edge of the precipice where we stood together, watching the splendid sunset
mirrored in the restless world of waters at our feet--with hearts filled with gratitude to heaven, and happiness, and love--almost too full for speech.
Everybody turned out after tea to watch the sunset
till all the lovely red was gone, and mosquitoes wound their shrill horns to sound the retreat.
And the Queen asked me to row her ashore in my skiff, when at sunset
French Frank prepared to take his guests ashore.
But this old man found it, just at sunset
, when Iris, the guardian of the rainbow gold, happened to be absent.
She was on the starboard tack, and on the left hand, under the arched foot of the foresail, I could see the sunset
still quite bright.
It was far down the afternoon; and when all the spearings of the crimson fight were done: and floating in the lovely sunset
sea and sky, sun and whale both stilly died together; then, such a sweetness and such plaintiveness, such inwreathing orisons curled up in that rosy air, that it almost seemed as if far over from the deep green convent valleys of the Manilla isles, the Spanish land-breeze, wantonly turned sailor, had gone to sea, freighted with these vesper hymns.
I felt as I imagine a husband may feel on a solitary holiday--if there are husbands unnatural enough to go holidaying without their wives--pleasantly conscious of a home tucked somewhere beneath the distant sunset
, yet in no precipitate hurry to return there before the appointed day.