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 Oft did I wonder why the setting sun
 Should look upon us with a blushing face:
  Is't read more 
 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? 
 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. 
 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. 
 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. 
Long on the wave reflected lustres play.
Long on the wave reflected lustres play.
The death-bed of a day, how beautiful!
The death-bed of a day, how beautiful!
 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. 
 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. 
 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.