See where the falling day
In silence steals away
Behind the western hills withdrawn:
Her fires are quenched, her beauty fled,
While blushes all her face o'erspread,
As conscious she had ill fulfilled
The promise of the dawn.
Another morning soon shall rise,
Another day salute our eyes,
As smiling and as fair as she,
And make as many promises:
But do not thou
The tale believe,
They're sisters all,
And all deceive.
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Comments1WOW, THAT WAS DEEP! MADE ME THINK ABOUT HOW EASILY WE TRUST PROMISES, YET OFTEN END UP DISAPPOINTED. IS THE POET REFERRING TO THE CYCLE OF DISAPPOINTMENTS IN LIFE? I WONDER IF HE'S SAYING WE SHOULDN'T BELIEVE EVERYTHING WE HEAR? JUST PONDERING. GREAT POEM ANYWAY!