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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 to coal,
Then chiefly lives.
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OH, i LIKE THIS POEM. IT URGES US TO FOLLOW THE PATH OF VERTUE. EVAERY THING IN LIFE DIES BUT VERTUE IS UNDYING.THE SWWET AND COOL DAY REPRESENT THE UNION OF THE EARTH AND THE SKY. HOW WONDERFUL!THE SEASON OF SPRING IS FULL OF LOVELY DAYS AND BEAUTIFUL FLOWERS, OH SORRY I HAVE AN EXAM TOMORROE IN THE POEMS OF GEORGE HERBERT AND JOHN DONNE. SO I HAVE TO GO,
KOKO from Yemen