Eveningtide

And behold at euening tide trouble, and before the morning he is not: this is the portion of them that spoile vs, and the lot of them that robbe vs.

A walk in the dull and waning light of a winter’s afternoon, enabled these lonely children to return to their writing at eveningtide with new zeal, and while the wind sang its requiem without, they wrote their weird and extraordinary compositions.

On July 2d of that year, Washington and his army, on their way southward to make the movement against New York, rested at eveningtide before the portals of her church […]

“[…] I’d love to see you in the surf at eveningtide, with the sun behind you like an enormous, succulent orange.”