AT DIEPPE.
AFTER SUNSET.THE sea lies quieted beneathThe after-sunset flushThat leaves upon the heaped grey cloudsThe grape’s faint purple blush.Pale, from a little space in heavenOf delicate ivory,The sickle-moon and one gold starLook down upon the sea.
THE sea lies quieted beneathThe after-sunset flushThat leaves upon the heaped grey cloudsThe grape’s faint purple blush.
Pale, from a little space in heavenOf delicate ivory,The sickle-moon and one gold starLook down upon the sea.