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 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'r to be found again.

—Robert Herrick.