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 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. 
 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. 
 Come watch with me the shaft of fire that glows
 In yonder West: the fair, frail palaces,
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 Come watch with me the shaft of fire that glows
 In yonder West: the fair, frail palaces,
  The fading Alps and archipelagoes,
   And great cloud-continents of sunset-seas. 
 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. 
 Down sank the great red sun, and in golden, glimmering vapors
 Veiled the light of his face, like the read more 
 Down sank the great red sun, and in golden, glimmering vapors
 Veiled the light of his face, like the Prophet descending from 
Sinai. 
 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. 
 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. 
 The sun was down,
 And all the west was paved with sullen fire.
  I cried, "Behold! the read more 
 The sun was down,
 And all the west was paved with sullen fire.
  I cried, "Behold! the barren beach of hell
   At ebb of tide." 
 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.