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 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. 
 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. 
 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, 
 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. 
 Now in his Palace of the West,
 Sinking to slumber, the bright Day,
  Like a tired monarch read more 
 Now in his Palace of the West,
 Sinking to slumber, the bright Day,
  Like a tired monarch fann'd to rest,
   'Mid the cool airs of Evening lay;
    While round his couch's golden rim
     The gaudy clouds, like courtiers, crept--
      Struggling each other's light to dim,
       And catch his last smile e'er he slept. 
 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. 
 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. 
 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." 
 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.