To Daffodils

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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.

© Robert Herrick