Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,1
The bridal of the earth and sky,2
Sweet dews shall weep thy fail to-night,3
For thou must die.4
Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave,5
Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye,6
Thy root is ever in its grave,7
And thou must die.8
Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses,9
A box where sweets compacted lie,10
My music shows you have your closes,11
And all must die.12
Only a sweet and virtuous soul,13
Like seasoned timber never gives,14
But when the whole world turns to coal,15
Then chiefly lives.16