poem

TO DAFFODILS

                             Robert Herrick (1591-1674)

Fair Daffodils, we weep to see
You haste a way so soon;
As yet the early-rising sun
Has not attained his noom.
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
A way
Like to the Summer's rain,
Or as the pearls of morning's dew,
Ne'er to be fund again.