The House on the Borderland by William Hope Hodgson

From the abutment, where once had been the windows, through which I had watched that first, fatal dawn, I could see that the sun was hugely greater than it had been, when first the Star lit the world. So great was it, that its lower edge seemed almost to touch the far horizon. Even as I watched, I imagined that it drew closer. The radiance of green that lit the frozen earth, grew steadily brighter.

Thus, for a long space, things were. Then, on a sudden, I saw that the sun was changing shape, and growing smaller, just as the moon would have done in past time. In a while, only a third of the illuminated part was turned toward the Earth. The Star bore away on the left.