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 Softly the evening came. The sun from the western horizon
 Like a magician extended his golden want o'er the read more 
 Softly the evening came. The sun from the western horizon
 Like a magician extended his golden want o'er the landscape;
  Trinkling vapors arose; and sky and water and forest
   Seemed all on fire at the touch, and melted and mingled together. 
 When clouds are seen, wise men put on their cloaks;
 When great leaves fall, then winter is at hand;
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 When clouds are seen, wise men put on their cloaks;
 When great leaves fall, then winter is at hand;
  When the sun sets, who doth not look for night?
   Untimely storms makes men expect a dearth. 
 How fine has the day been! how bright was the sun,
 How lovely and joyful the course that he read more 
 How fine has the day been! how bright was the sun,
 How lovely and joyful the course that he run!
  Though he rose in a mist when his race he begun,
   And there followed some droppings of rain:
    But now the fair traveller's come to the west,
     His rays are all gold, and his beauties are best;
      He paints the skies gay as he sinks to his rest,
       And foretells a bright rising again. 
 It was the cooling hour, just when the rounded
 Red sun sinks down behind the azure hill,
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 It was the cooling hour, just when the rounded
 Red sun sinks down behind the azure hill,
  Which then seems as if the whole earth is bounded,
   Circling all nature, hush'd, and dim, and still,
    With the far mountain-crescent half surrounded
     On one side, and the deep sea calm and chill
      Upon the other, and the rosy sky
       With one star sparkling through it like an eye. 
Long on the wave reflected lustres play.
Long on the wave reflected lustres play.
 The sacred lamp of day
 Now dipt in western clouds his parting day.  
 The sacred lamp of day
 Now dipt in western clouds his parting day. 
 When clouds are seen wise men put on their cloaks;
 When great leaves fall then winter is at hand.  
 When clouds are seen wise men put on their cloaks;
 When great leaves fall then winter is at hand. 
 And the gilded car of day,
 His glowing axle doth allay
  In the steep Atlantic stream.  
 And the gilded car of day,
 His glowing axle doth allay
  In the steep Atlantic stream. 
 The lonely sunsets flare forlorn
 Down valleys dreadly desolate;
  The lonely mountains soar in scorn
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 The lonely sunsets flare forlorn
 Down valleys dreadly desolate;
  The lonely mountains soar in scorn
   As still as death, as stern as fate.