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we had seen the last of Nature's white harmonies ; then 
evening came, pensive, and soothing, and grey, and all 
the white world changed into soft violet, pale yellow, 
and rose. . . . 
A dreamy stillness fills the air. To the south the sun 
has dipped behind a bank of pale grey cloud, and the sky 
above is touched with primrose light. Far to the north 
the dark, smooth sea is bounded by two low bergs, that 
stretch across the horizon. The nearest is cold violet 
white, and the sunlight strikes the furthest, making it shine 
like a wall of gold. The sky above them is of a leaden, 
peacock blue, with rosy cloudlets hanging against it — such 
colouring as I have never before seen or heard described. 
To the westward, across the gulf, we can just distinguish 
the blue-black crags jutting from the snowy lomonds. 
Little clouds touched with gold and rose lie nestling in 
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