Life is the body's light; which, once declining,
Those crimson clouds i' th' cheeks and lips leave shining:-
Those counter-changed tabbies in the air,
The sun once set, all of one colour are:
So, when death comes, fresh tinctures lose their place,
And dismal darkness then doth smutch the face.
Life Is The Body's Light
Robert Herrick
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Poem topics: death, life, light, sun, fresh, place, face, body, colour, shining, crimson, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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