• Flesch-Kincaid Level: 8
Poetry

Virtue

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 its grave, And thou must die. Sweet sprin...
  • Flesch-Kincaid Level: 8