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. Sweet rose, whose hue angrie and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye: Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet spring! … Continue reading George Herbert
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