Discription of your evening years reminds me of a poem written by Shelley, (I only changed three words)
The wind has swept from the wide atmosphere
Each vapour that obscured the sunset's ray,
And pallid Evening twines its beaming hair
In duskier braids around the languid eyes of Day:
Silence and Twilight, unbeloved of men,
Creep hand in hand from yon obscurest glen.
We breathe our spells towards the departing day,
Encompassing the earth, air, stars, and sea;
Light, sound, and motion, own the potent sway,
Responding to the charm with his own mystery.
The wind are still, or the dry church-tower grass
Knows not our gentle motions as we pass.
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