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 where the falling day In silence steals away Behind the western hills withdrawn: Her fires are quenched, her beauty fled, While blushes all her face overspread, As conscious she had ill fulfilled The promise of the dawn.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.