A beautiful sunset that was mistaken for a dawn.

And the gilded car of day, His glowing axle doth allay In the steep Atlantic stream.

The setting sun, and music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in remembrance more than things long past.

There is nothing that is more musical than a sunset. He who feels what he sees will find no more beautiful example of development in all that book which, alas, musicians read bu ...

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 exp ...