The west is broken into bars Of orange, gold, and gray; Gone is the sun, come are the stars, And night infolds the day.

Twilight, a timid, fawn, went glimmering by, And Night, the dark-blue hunter, followed fast.

'Twas twilight, and the sunless day went down Over the waste of waters; like a veil, Which, if withdrawn, would but disclose the frown Of one whose hate is mask'd but to assail.

Parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till--'tis gone--and all is gray.

Beauteous Night lay dead Under the pall of twilight, and the love-star sickened and shrank.

Yeah, it's an off day when I don't get somebody telling me how edible I smell."
- Bella Swan.