Softly the evening came. The sun from the western horizon Like a magician extended his golden wand oer the landscape; Twinkling vapors arose; and sky and water and forest Seemed all on fire at the touch, and melted and mingled together. – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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. – Thomas Bailey Aldrich