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

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I Wandered Lonely As a Cloud

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats in high o’er vales and hills

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle in the milky way,

They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they

Outdid the sparking waves in glee;

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company,

I gazed-and gazed-but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude

And them my heart with pleasure fills

And dances with the daffodils.

                       

By William Wordsworth

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