TO DAFFODILS by Robert Herrick
Fair Daffodils, we weep to see you haste away soon;
As yet the early rising sun has not attained his noon.
Stay, stay, until the hasting day has run but to the evensong;
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's dew, ne'er to be found again.