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...LOVE AND TIME by WALTER RALEIGH A MORNING HYMN by CHARLES WESLEY PSALM 115 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE RED SUNSETS, 1883 (1) by MATHILDE BLIND VANITAS VANITATUM, OMNIA VANITAS by ANNE BRONTE THE UTMOST by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |