Poem by Anna Laetitia Barbauld

Tomorrow

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Behind the western hills withdrawn: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. 

1. An Inventory of the Furniture in Dr. Priestley's Study
2. To Miss R—, on her Attendance upon her Mother at Buxton
3. Song 5 (AS near a weeping spring reclin'd)
4. Song 3 (LEAVE me, simple shepherd, leave me)
5. The Invitation, to Miss B—

Walter Learned Tomorrow ("With half averted face she stood")

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