“England’s sun was slowly setting o’er the hill-tops far away,Filling all the land with beauty at the close of one sad day;And its last rays kissed the forehead of a man and maiden fair,—He with footsteps slow and weary; she with sunny, floating hair;He with bowed head, sad and thoughtful; she with lips so cold and white,Struggled to keep back the murmur, “Curfew must not ring to-night.””Help us translate this quoteRose Hartwick Thorpe Curfew must not ring To-night (published 1870).