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 coal
Then chiefly lives
By:Unknown poet
