To Daffodils of English Spring
TO DAFFODILS
Fair daffodils, we weep to see
you haste away so soon :
As yet the early-rising sun
Has not attained his noon.
Stay, stay,
Until the hasting day
Has run
But to the Evensong;
And, having prayed together, we
Will go with you along.
We have short time to stay with you,
We have as short a spring;
As quick a growth to meet decay,
As you, or anything.
We die,
As your hours do, and dry
Away
Like to the summer's rain;
Or as the pearls of morning's dew
Ne'er to be found again.
Robert Herrick (1591 - 1674)
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