Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky; The dew shall weep thy fall to-night; For thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasoned timber, never gives; But, though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly lives. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: THE COWARD by RUDYARD KIPLING EPITAPHIUM CITHARISTRIAE by VICTOR GUSTAVE PLARR ALMOND BLOSSOM by EDWIN ARNOLD THE EMPTY CUP by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN CALIFORNIA HILLS by DORIS CALDWELL ENTERTAINMENT GIVEN BY LORD KNOWLES: SONG 2 by THOMAS CAMPION WRITTEN A FEW HOURS BEFORE THE BIRTH OF A CHILD by JANE CAVE |