See where the falling day <br />In silence steals away <br />Behind the western hills withdrawn: <br />Her fires are quenched, her beauty fled, <br />While blushes all her face o'erspread, <br />As conscious she had ill fulfilled <br />The promise of the dawn. <br /> <br />Another morning soon shall rise, <br />Another day salute our eyes, <br />As smiling and as fair as she, <br />And make as many promises: <br />But do not thou <br />The tale believe, <br />They're sisters all, <br />And all deceive.<br /><br />Anna Laetitia Barbauld<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tomorrow-158/
