TO DAFFODILS

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 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