Shut in

We need to shut the dog in so he doesn’t escape.

Well might the Sun in Darkneſs hide, / And ſhut his Glories in, / When God the mighty Maker dy’d / For Man the Creature’s Sin.

Then there are the golden hues of twilight shadowed in the lake, and the light veil of mist drawing across the foliage of the valley as the evening shuts in upon it.