Virtue
George Herbert
1593 to 1633
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. Take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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The bridal of the earth and sky:
For thou must die.
Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye:
And thou must die.
Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses,
And all must die.
Like season'd timber, never gives;
My music shows ye have your closes,
Then chiefly lives.
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,
A box where sweets compacted lie;
Thy root is ever in its grave,
Only a sweet and virtuous soul,
The dew shall weep thy fall to-night;
But though the whole world turn to coal,
Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave