Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume III. Sorrow and Consolation. 1904. | | | | V. Death and Bereavement | | Virtue Immortal | | George Herbert (1593–1633) |
| | | SWEET DAY, so cool, so calm, so bright, | |
| The bridall of the earth and skie; | |
| The dew shall weep thy fall to-night; | |
| For thou must die. | |
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| Sweet Rose, whose hue angrie and brave | 5 |
| Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, | |
| Thy root is ever in its grave, | |
| And all must die. | |
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| Sweet Spring, full of sweet dayes and roses, | |
| A box where sweets compacted lie, | 10 |
| Thy musick shows ye have your closes, | |
| And all must die. | |
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| Onely a sweet and vertuous soul, | |
| Like seasoned timber, never gives; | |
| But, though the whole world, turn to coal, | 15 |
| Then chiefly lives. | | | | |
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