 SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; 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....  Evening hours, ed. by E.H. Bickersteth - Page 176edited by - 1874Full view - About this book
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