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 After a day of cloud and wind and rain
 Sometimes the setting sun breaks out again,
  And read more 
 After a day of cloud and wind and rain
 Sometimes the setting sun breaks out again,
  And touching all the darksome woods with light,
   Smiles on the fields until they laugh and sing,
    Then like a ruby from the horizon's ring,
     Drops down into the night. 
 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. 
 The setting sun, and music at the close,
 As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last,
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 The setting sun, and music at the close,
 As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last,
  Writ in remembrance more than things long past. 
 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. 
Long on the wave reflected lustres play.
Long on the wave reflected lustres play.
 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. 
 See! he sinks
 Without a word; and his ensanguined bier
  Is vacant in the west, while far read more 
 See! he sinks
 Without a word; and his ensanguined bier
  Is vacant in the west, while far and near
   Behold! each coward shadow eastward shrinks,
    Thou dost not strive, O sun, nor dost thou cry
     Amid thy cloud-built streets.
   - Rev. Frederick William Faber, 
 Forming and breaking in the sky,
 I fancy all shapes are there;
  Temple, mountain, monument, spire;
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 Forming and breaking in the sky,
 I fancy all shapes are there;
  Temple, mountain, monument, spire;
   Ships rigged out with sails of fire,
    And blown by the evening air. 
 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.