Parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, tilltis gone, and all is gray. Lord Byron
A remnant of beauty was dying out upon this face of sixteen, like the pale sun which is extinguished by frightful clouds at the dawn of a winters day. Victor Hugo
As a star feels the sun and falters, Touched to death by diviner eyes As on the old gods untended altars The old fire of withered worship dies. Algernon Charles Swinburne