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 even song:

And, having prayed together, we

Will go with you aling.

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

A way

Like to the summer’s rain,

Or as the pearls of morning’s dew,

Ne’er to be found again.

By Robert Herrick