There  !  let's  weii^h  the  anchor,  and  steer  her  more  sea-
She'll  cheerfully  ,uo  with  the  wind  on  ht^r  beam:  |  ward.
The  lines  have  all  day  been  a-drifting  to  lee-ward.
And  yond  is  the  last  of  the  sun's  lurid  gfleam.
He's  sunk  to  his  rest,  and  is  weary  of  shininjj —
Has  wrapt  himself  up  in  the  mist,  and  has  g'one;

The  water  is  still,  and  the  daylig-ht's  declining-,
The  lig-hts  in  the  harbour,  appear  one  by  one.
Let's  anchor  far  out  on  the  sea  now  'tis  twilight.
And  hope  that  to-nij^ht  we  may  have  a  ifood  catch';

Now  you  g"o  below  Jack,  and  dream  until  daylig-ht. —
While  1  stay  on  deck  lad,  and  help  to  krep  watch.
A    Df^EAm    OF    THE    SEA.
I  s.\T  in  the  evening"  twilight,

A  beautiful  star  shone  down,
And  kissed  with  its  pale  light  tender,

The  leaves  of  a  burnished  brow  n.
I  wove  me  a  chain  of  fancies.
As  the  night  winds  whisi)ered  low.
And  lisped  through  the  crimson  leafage,

So  rich  with  the  autumn  glow.
F"or  there  in  the  vesper  twilight,

My  si)irit  felt  not  alone  ;
A  vision  there  came  before  me.
While  heaven's  bright  jewels  shone  : —
Thev  gleamed  through  the  unveiled  window,

And  gave  to  that  dream-fraught  l-.our,
A  touch  of  the  peace  around  them.
The  charm  of  a  subtle  power.
■34  POEMS    BY    CHARLOTTE    DATES.
For  there,  as  I  sat  and  listened,

The  sound  of  the  wind-tossed  trees
To  me  were  the  sweet  vibration

Of  waves  of  the  distant  seas  : —
That  brols.e  with  a  measured  murmur

And  seemed  of  my  dream  a  part ;
They  beat  to  the  rhythmic  cadence,

Of  music  that  filled  my  heart.
