To Daffodils

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,

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.