It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a nun, Breathless with adorationWilliam WordsworthIt is a Beauteous Evening
The curfew tolls the knell of passing dayThomas GrayElegy Written in a Country Churchyard
Let us go then, you and I When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherized upon a tableT.S. EliotLove Song of J. Alfred Prufrock