Purple, violet, gold and white,
Royal clouds are they;
Catching the spear-like rays in the west–
Lining therewith each downy nest,
At the close of Summer day.
~ J. K. Hoyt
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?
~ Lyman Heath, First Century–On the Setting Sun