Her white shell trembling amid crimson air,
Glides the young moon.
Shelley.
8. When clouds lay cradled near the setting sun,
And gleams of crimson tinge their braided snow.
Wilson.
9. When the glorious sun has gone,
And the gathering darkness of night comes on;
Like a curtain from God's kind hand it flows,
To shade the couch where his children repose.