Half a century later I recall the deceptively simple, spondaic
1st line, & perhaps the best tail rhyme in English:
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright
The bridal of the Earth and Sky,
The Dew will weep thy Fall tonight
For Thou must die.
Sweet Rose, whose view lofty and brave
Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye,
Thy root is ever in its grave,
And Thou must die.
Sweet Spring, full of sweet Days and Roses,
A box wherein sweets compacted lie
My Music shows Ye have your Closes,
And all must die.
Only a sweet and virtuous Soul,
Like Seasoned timber, never gives;
And though the whole World turn to Coal,
Then chiefly lives.
The main word here is the musical term, Closes: closing cadence, resolution, I, V, I,
like a Beethoven symphony, or in his time, a Dowland song, a Byrd round. We now in the US have Evangelicals wishing for the world to turn to Coal…the more Global Warming, the better.
But as Herbert shows, it is not the Soul that lives here, but the Soul's imprint, its words.
Highly recommend if you visit England, go to Gray's Country Churchyard near Eton, and near Salisbury, Bemerton: See Herbert's tiny church, and his much larger parsonage across the street, overlooking the Nadder river. Anglican parsonages reflect the social scale of the clergy. Even the great exiled Royalist Robert Herrick's, at Dean Prior, Devon..though not as grand as Herbert's, while the Devon church, much grander.
Or barring that travel, "there is no Frigate like a Book"(our ED, of clerical, large house, family): Memorize these 12 lines (paene-sonnet). Takes an hour or less; lasts a half-century.