Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night; For thou must die. George Herbert.The Temple; Virtue.
At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still, And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove, When nought but the torrent is heard on the hill, And nought but the nightingales heard in the grove. Beattie.The Hermit, Line 1.
O life frail offspring of a day! Tis puffd with one short gasp away! Swift as the short-lived flower it flies, It springs, it fades, it blooms, it dies. Broome.Melancholy.