Ralph Waldo Emerson, comp. (1803–1882). Parnassus: An Anthology of Poetry. 1880.
VirtueGeorge Herbert (15931633)
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The bridal of the earth and sky,
The dew shall weep thy fall to-night—
For thou must die.
Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye,
Thy root is ever in its grave;—
And thou must die.
A box where sweets compacted lie;
My music shows ye have your closes;—
And all must die.
Like seasoned timber, never gives;
But, though the whole world turn to coal,
Then chiefly lives.