All things they have in common, being so poor, And their one fear, Death's shadow at the door. Each sundown makes them mournful, each sunrise Brings back the brightness in their failing eyes.

-Blunden, Edmund Charles
  'Almswomen'.

Do not expect again a phoenix hour, The triple-towered sky, the dove complaining, Sudden the rain of gold and heart's first ease Traced under trees by the eldritch light of sundown.

-Day-Lewis, Cecil
  'From Feathers to Iron'.

Midwinter Spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic.

-Eliot,T(homas) S(tearns)
  Four Quartets,'Little Gidding', pt.1.