Sweet Day

Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright
The bridal of the earth and sky:
The dew shall weep thy fall tonight
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