To Daffodils - ROBERT HERRICK

FAIR
daffodils, we weep to see

You
haste away so soon;

As yet
the early-rising sun

    Has not attain'd his noon.

                Stay, stay

        Until the hasting day

                Has run

        But to the evensong;

And,
having pray'd together, we

        Will go with you along.

We have
short time to stay, as 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.