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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. 
 Methought little space 'tween those hills intervened,
 But nearer,--more lofty,--more shaggy they seemed.
  The clouds o'er their read more 
 Methought little space 'tween those hills intervened,
 But nearer,--more lofty,--more shaggy they seemed.
  The clouds o'er their summits they calmly did rest,
   And hung on the ether's invisible breast;
    Than the vapours of earth they seemed purer, more bright,--
     Oh! could they be clouds? 'Twas the necklace of night. 
 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. 
 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. 
 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. 
 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. 
 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. 
 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, 
The death-bed of a day, how beautiful!
The death-bed of a day, how beautiful!