Dan

“The Bishop laid down his pen and lit his two candles with a splinter from the fire, then stood dusting his fingers by the deep- set window, looking out at the pale blue darkening sky. The evening-star hung above the amber afterglow, so soft, so brilliant that she seemed to bathe in her own silver light.”
― Willa Cather, Death Comes for the Archbishop: The Original Classic Edition by Willa Cather - Unabridged and Annotated For Modern Readers and Book Clubs