To Daffodils
FAIR Daffodils, we weep to seeYou haste away so soon:As yet the early-rising SunHas not attained his noon.Stay, stay,Until the hasting dayHas runBut to the even-song;And, having prayed together, weWill go with you along.
We have short time to stay, as you,We have as short a Spring;As quick a growth to meet decayAs you, or any thing.We die,As your hours do, and dryAway,Like to the Summer’s rain,Or as the pearls of morning’s dew,Ne’er to be found again.