Daffodils

To Daffodils
BY 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 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'er to be found again.