Jeffrey Quick - Sweet day - текст песни (слова)

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. 
 
 Only a sweet and virtuous soul, 
 Like seasoned timber, never gives; 
 But though the whole world turn to coal, 
 Then chiefly lives.