And the evening sun descending Set the clouds on fire with redness, Burned the broad sky, like a prairie, Left upon the level water One long track and trail of splendour, Down whose stream, as down a river, Westward, westward Hiawatha Sailed into the fiery sunset, Sailed into the dusk of evening.
Henry Wadswoth Longfellow, [1807-1882] From "The Song of Hiawatha." [1855], a favorite of mine as a boy.