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 it's 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

Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave
Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye
Thy root is ever in it's grave
And thou must die