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 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. 
 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. 
The death-bed of a day, how beautiful!
The death-bed of a day, how beautiful!
 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. 
 After a day of cloud and wind and rain
 Sometimes the setting sun breaks out again,
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 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. 
 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.
 Oft did I wonder why the setting sun
 Should look upon us with a blushing face:
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 Oft did I wonder why the setting sun
 Should look upon us with a blushing face:
  Is't not for shame of what he hath seen done,
   Whilst in our hemisphere he ran his race?