The evening comes to fold away the day
And pack up all the glories of the sun
The soft sky blue is slowly washed away
And threads of magic gold are slowly spun
The rock-strewn sea becomes a table top
And mountains wreath themselves in glided clouds
The World beyond the scene is at a stop
A million years or more away from crowds
Before the night can occupy the sky
And spread her jewels upon the velvet sheet
The sun presents a tribute to the eye
In beauty such as this we are complete
In Hebridean sunsets such as this
The artist give the world a glimpse of bliss
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