The man who has seen the rising moon break out of the clouds at midnight has been present like an archangel at the creation of light and of the world. – Ralph Waldo Emerson

And now it has risen above the massive and lofty tree, and throws its pleasant shadow down upon the earth—pleasant shadow that paces along the meadows, leaving behind a greater brilliancy on tree, and grass, and hedge, and flower than what, for a moment, it had eclipsed. – William Smith, Gravenhurst, or Thoughts on Good and Evil, 1862

The sky broke like an egg into full sunset and the water caught fire. – Pamela Hansford Johnson

Truly, were I every evening to depict sunrise, and every morning to see it, still I should cry, like the children, Once more, once more! – Jean Paul Friedrich Richter, Hesperus, or Forty-Five Dog-Post-Days: A Biography,