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.Sweet rose, whose hue angry and braveBids 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 season'd timber, never gives;But though the whole world turn to coal,Then chiefly lives. … [Read more...] about A Sweet and Virtuous Soul
Measuring out my life with coffee spoons ...and books
