Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright br The bridal of the earth and sky: br The dew shall weep thy fall tonight, br For thou must die. br br Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave, br Bids the rash gazer wipe his eyes: br Thy root is ever in its grave, br And thou must die. br br Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, br A box where sweets compacted lie: br My music shows ye have your closes, br And all must die. br br Only a sweet and virtuous soul, br LIke seasoned timber, never gives; br But though the whole world turn to coal. br Then chiefly lives.