To Daffodils

To Daffodils - Robert Herrick

Fair daffodils, we weep to see
You haste away so 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 summers rain;
Or as the pearls of morning dew,
Ne'er to be found again.

Robert Herrick