Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.
V. Death and BereavementVirtue Immortal
George Herbert (15931633)S
The bridall of the earth and skie;
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 all must die.
A box where sweets compacted lie,
Thy musick 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.