To daffodils

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 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
   Like to the summer's rain,
Or as the pearls of morning's dew,
   Ne'er to be found again.

Robert Herrick

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