To Daffodils

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 prayed 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 dew,
Ne'er to be found again

Robert Herrick (1591-1674)