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I saw the day lean o'er the world's sharp edge,
And peer into night's chasm, dark and damp.
High in his hand he held a blazing lamp,
Then dropped it, and plunged headlong down the ledge.
With lurid splendor that swift paled to gray,
I saw the dim skies suddenly flush bright.
'Twas but the expiring glory of the light
Flung from the hand of the adventurous day.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox, Sunset

Where ships of purple gently toss
On seas of daffodil,
Fantastic sailors mingle,
And then - the wharf is still.
Emily Dickinson, Sunset

To sunset water quivering in a blush
Appeals the glory of the sunset sky
Down gazing - an imploring conqueror -
With eyes that love to eyes awakening.
Ruby Archer, Sunset

Bach-Stokowski: Passacaglia and Fugue in C minor, Litton - Royal Philharmonic Orchestra

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